I want you to like me.

I want to be able to like you....

I shall have need of friends," she said half to herself, and looked across at Neville with a face tranquil, almost expressionless save for the sensitive beauty of the mouth.
After a moment Querida, too, lifted his head and gazed deliberately at Neville.

Then very quietly: "Are you dining alone this evening ?" "No." "Oh.

Perhaps to-morrow evening, then--" "I'm afraid not, Jose." He smiled: "Not dining alone ever again ?" "Not--for the present." "I see." "There is nothing to see," she said calmly.