‘I should not have thought you would buy papers like this. Have
you ever bought any of these before?’
Walter laughed too.
He said:
‘No, of course not; I have never had any one to buy them for,
before.’
He had no newspaper himself; he did not read them; he had told
me that before. He took out a German book, _Der Hittitische Kult_,
and began to read it, but soon he put it down. I was looking
at him, and now he looked at me.
He said:
‘Not even that, when you are here. I wonder if you know how much
that means?’
He leaned across, and took my hands in his.
He said:
‘Perhaps, you will make me human. Perhaps I shall be quite different
when I am married to you.’
I bent forward too and kissed his forehead; I felt curiously
moved.