I listened sympathetically.

Privately, I thought they had simply negotiated badly.

Arthur seemed to enjoy my attention.

He sent handwritten notes.

Called each evening.

Asked whether I wanted anything.

When I visited the modest apartment where he said he was temporarily staying during renovations, he apologized for its appearance.

I assured him it was charming.

I even paid for dinner when his credit card supposedly failed.

He held my hand across the table.