I am rather a dull woman these days, and I have very little to give." He smiled confidently as he stopped a taxicab and handed her in.
"May I not be the judge of that ?" he begged.

"Giving depends upon the recipient, you know.

You have given me more happiness within this last half-hour than I have had since we parted in France." Some instinct of her younger days brought happiness into her laugh, a provocative gleam into her soft eyes.
"You are very easily satisfied," she murmured.
He laughed back again, but though he opened his lips to speak, the words remained unsaid.

Something warned him that here was a woman passing through something like a crisis in her life, and that a single false step on his part might be fatal.

He stood hat in hand and watched the taxicab turn up Park Lane..