“There is a bar over there.” He pointed up the street. “I was going to eat something. I’ll give you supper. It’s a respectable place. You’ll be quite safe. When you want to leave, I won’t follow you.”

She paused.

“You really looked for me all over Paris, for a year?”

“I swear to you.”

In the bar, he could see she was giving him a thorough inspection, but he pretended not to notice. They sat at a small wooden table.

He supposed she was two or three years younger than he was. There were even more freckles on her face than he remembered. Her eyes were hazel, but up close he could see different lights in them. A hint of blue or green, he couldn’t decide which. Perhaps both. But it was her mouth that he especially noticed. He’d remembered that it was wide, but there was something potentially sensuous about her lips that excited him. And she had white, even teeth. He hadn’t been able to see that before.

She was sitting across from him, leaning back slightly, as though to keep him at a distance. He could hardly blame her for that.

“My name is Thomas Gascon,” he said.

“I am Édith.”

“You come from this quarter?” he asked.

“We’ve always been here.” She shrugged. “Since it was a village.”

“I’m from the Maquis. On Montmartre.”

“I’ve never been there.”

“It’s all right. People come up there for the dancing, and the views. But our family name is Gascon, so Monsieur Eiffel says we come from Gascony.”

“Monsieur Eiffel seems to be important to you.”

“I worked for him on the Statue of Liberty. Then I got sick, but he let me work on the tower as a favor. He was talking to me this afternoon.”

“He must think well of you, then.”

“I’m skilled. That’s why he hires me. It’s important for a man to have a skill. If he can.”

“My mother and I clean. And I work for my aunt Adeline too. She has a very good situation.” She paused. “Maybe I shall inherit her position one day.”

“Would you like to do that?”

“Certainly. She works for Monsieur Ney, the attorney.”

“Oh.” This meant nothing to him, but in her mind, evidently, he was as significant as Monsieur Eiffel.

She took a little wine, but she refused to eat, explaining that she was on her way to her aunt, who would be expecting to feed her.

She asked him some questions about his work and his family, then said that she must leave.

“I hope I shall see you again,” he said.

She shrugged.

“You know where I work in the evenings.”

“I don’t get off work until late in the summer months,” he said.

“I don’t get off work until late anytime.”

“Can I see you safely to your aunt’s?”