Josephine let him remove the plates and the empty bottle.
"Have more wine," she said to Aaron.
But he refused.

She liked him because of his dead-level indifference to his surroundings.

French waiters and foreign food--he noticed them in his quick, amiable-looking fashion--but he was indifferent.

Josephine was piqued.

She wanted to pierce this amiable aloofness of his.
She ordered coffee and brandies.
"But you don't want to get away from EVERYTHING, do you?
I myself feel so LOST sometimes--so dreadfully alone: not in a silly sentimental fashion, because men keep telling me they love me, don't you know.