Rachel was wondering whether he thought her also nice-looking; St.John was considering the immense difficulty of talking to girls who had no experience of life.

Rachel had obviously never thought or felt or seen anything, and she might be intelligent or she might be just like all the rest.

But Hewet's taunt rankled in his mind--"you don't know how to get on with women," and he was determined to profit by this opportunity.

Her evening-clothes bestowed on her just that degree of unreality and distinction which made it romantic to speak to her, and stirred a desire to talk, which irritated him because he did not know how to begin.

He glanced at her, and she seemed to him very remote and inexplicable, very young and chaste.