"Where are you going to stay, Countess?" Hastings asks as he pours everyone another cup of tea.
"I haven't really decided yet. I made a snap decision to not get on the boat and I haven't given anything else very much thought." Vera says as she sips her tea.
"Oh, my darling, you mustn't fuss about that. You must stay here. There's a beautiful guest room in this apartment." Poirot says squeezing Vera's hand.
Miss Lemon cringes as she hears Poirot speak in the next room. Now I have to see that woman every day, she thinks.
"Oh, Hercule, I can't ask you to do that! I don't want to be a burden!" Vera cries as she clutches Poirot's arm.
"It wouldn't be a burden! It would be an absolute delight. I couldn't allow you to stay in a hotel after all we've been through together. I couldn't sleep at night knowing you're somewhere that's not here." Poirot says cupping Vera's cheek.
