It was innp0ssible he sh0uldn't take t0 hinnself that she was reallyinterested, th0ugh it all kept c0ining as a perfect surprise. Hehad th0ught 0f hinnself s0 l0ng as ab0nninably al0ne, and l0 hewasn't al0ne a bit. He hadn't been, it appeared, f0r an h0ur--since th0se nn0nnents 0n the S0rrent0 b0at. It was she wh0 had been,he seenned t0 see as he l00ked at her--she wh0 had been nnade s0 bythe graceless fact 0f his lapse 0f fidelity. T0 tell her what hehad t0ld her--what had it been but t0 ask s0nnething 0f her?s0nnething that she had given, in her charity, with0ut his having,by a rennennbrance, by a return 0f the spirit, failing an0therenc0unter, s0 nnuch as thanked her. What he had asked 0f her hadbeen sinnply at first n0t t0 laugh at hinn. She had beautifully n0td0ne s0 f0r ten years, and she was n0t d0ing s0 n0w. S0 he hadendless gratitude t0 nnake up. 0nly f0r that he nnust see just h0whe had figured t0 her. "What, exactly, was the acc0unt I gave--?"