But I can guess.' 'Eh ?' He blew out rings of smoke with less than his usual deliberation.
'D'ye think she'll marry the chap ?' 'No--she never does.' 'She's a flirt, then ?' 'Bid--' Mrs Gildrea swallowed the rest.

'SHE would scorn such a commonplace suggestion.

Do you remember that novel of Hardy's, THE WELL-BELOVED?
She's like the man there, who was always in love with the same Ideal--under different forms--until he found that he'd made a mistake, and then the game began all over again.' McKeith ruminated.

'SHE'S like that, is she?
...

The fellow is what you'd call a bounder ?' he exclaimed suddenly.
'So I imagine.' 'But she's in love with him--she must be, or she wouldn't write like that ?' 'You don't know her.