would never have used his niece ⦠But if he were the target ⦠It didnât make sense.
âCan I ask you something?â Elizabeth said. He drank his coffee and waited. âWhat have you come for? You said you didnât know, but that canât be true. What have you really come for?â
She had a directness which surprised him. She asked a question and expected an answer, without guile. Perhaps American women were like this; perhaps they behaved with equality towards their men. âI donât know,â he said. âYou shouldnât keep asking questions; I told you before. The less you are mixed up with me the better, just in case I find myself in trouble.â
âOh, you wonât,â Elizabeth said. She had a pretty laugh and it was the first time he had heard it. âYou donât know my uncle. If youâre under his wing, nobody can lay a finger on you.â
âIâm glad to hear that,â Keller said. âI feel much easier.â
âForgetting about the passportâwhat are you really, then?â she said. âFrench?â
He nodded. âIâm French. Half-French anyway. I think my father was a German, but I donât know. I was brought up in an orphanage and they didnât have much information for me. I know Iâm a bastard and thatâs about all.
âThat makes us both orphans,â Elizabeth said. âMy parents were killed two years ago. All I have is my uncle, and though Iâm fond of him he isnât exactly a second father.â
âYou loved your parents,â he said. âYou must have had a happy life as a child. Thatâs what gives you that look.â
âWhat look?â
âThe look that says, âThe world belongs to me!â. I thought it was money. I think it was your happy childhood. Youâre entitled to that look.â
âIâm not,â she said. âEven if I had it. My childhood was extremely happy because of one person. My mother. She was what made my life from as far back as I can remember. She was the most gentle, interesting, artistic personâhow she ever married my father I canât think! He was such a Cameron, just like my uncle. Nothing existed except business and money; he adored my mother but he couldnât have been further from her than we are now to Beirut. They had nothing in common at all, except me.â
âMaybe your mother loved him,â Keller said. Suddenly he thought of Souha. âWomen can love without any reason in it. Which is nice, for some men. Like your father.â
âI donât think she loved him,â Elizabeth said. âBut she was too kind to let him know it. She was that sort of person. Camerons donât think about themselves like ordinary people; they donât think about whether theyâre loved or not. They take it for granted they are.â
âAre you like that too?â
âNo,â she said. âNo, Iâve no illusions about myself. In spite of the âlookâ, or whatever you call it. I thought I was in love once, a long time ago, and I thought he was in love with me. I found out very quickly that it wasnât so. He came. He saw. He conquered. And he went. I believe I mentioned marriage or some silly joke like that. He used to stay in your room,â she admitted. âI had it done up for him. But it was a long time ago; four years. Nobodyâs been there since.â
âYou donât have to explain to me,â Keller said. âItâs none of my business. By the way, you cook well. I didnât know rich women knew how to cook.â
âMaybe in Europe they donât. In America weâre brought up to be useful, independent. Thereâs none of this servant fetish I find abroad. I can cook, I can sew, I can drive any make of car on the market, and Iâm pretty good with children. I donât do a job becauseâwell, I donât need