I trust you; will you trust me ?" Fitzgerald hesitated for a space.

"Yes." "For that, thanks," and M.Ferraud put out a hand.

"It is clean, Mr.
Fitzgerald, for all that the skin is broken." "Of that I have no doubt." "Before we reach Corsica you will know." And so temporarily that ended the matter.

But as Fitzgerald went over to the chair just vacated by the secretary, he found that there was a double zest to life now.

This would be far more exciting than dodging ice-floes and freezing one's toes.
Laura told him the news.