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Thanks for meetingup with one another—‘

‘I don’t like that one,’ Dick said, starting to turn the
page.
‘Oh, play it!’ she exclaimed. ‘Am I going through the rest
of life flinching at the word ‘father’?’

’—Thank the horse that pulled the buggy that night!
Thank you both for being justabit tight—‘

Later they sat with the children on the Moorish roof and
watched the fireworks of two casinos, far apart, far down
on the shore. It was lonely and sad to be so empty-hearted
toward each other.
Next morning, back from shopping in Cannes, Nicole
found a note saying that Dick had taken the small car and
gone up into Provence for a few days by himself. Even as she
read it the phone rang—it was Tommy Barban from Monte
Carlo, saying that he had received her letter and was driving
over. She felt her lips’ warmth in the receiver as she wel-
comed his coming.

422 Tender is the Night