The Ghost by Arnold Bennet Chapter 8 Page 23

“Let me bring them to you in Paris,” I said. “Give me a letter to your bankers, and I will undertake to deliver the jewels safely into your hands.”

“I could not dream of putting you to so much trouble.”

The notion of doing something for her had, however, laid hold of me. At that moment I felt that to serve even as her jewel-carrier would be for me the supreme happiness in the world.

“But,” I said, “I ask it as a favor.”

“Do you?” She gave me a divine smile, and yielded.

At her request we did not leave the church together. She preceded me. I waited a few minutes, and then walked slowly out. Happening to look back as I passed along the square, I saw a woman’s