It is sheer nonsense, therefore, for Judith to say that I cannot enter into her feelings with regard to Mrs.Willoughby's invitation.
I developed this theme very fully to Judith as we sat in Kensington Gardens and during our subsequent, stroll diagonally through Hyde Park to the Marble Arch.

She listened with great attention, and when I had finished regarded me in a pitying manner, a smile flickering over her lips.
"My dear Marcus," she said, "there is no man, however humble-minded, who has not one colossal vanity, his knowledge of women.

He, at any rate, has established the veritable Theory of Women.

And we laugh at you, my good friend, for the more you expound, the more do you reveal your beautiful and artistic ignorance.

Oh, Marcus, the idea of you setting up as a feminine psychologist." "And pray, why not ?" I asked, somewhat nettled.
"Because you are that dear, impossible, lovable thing known as Marcus Ordeyne." This was exceedingly pretty of Judith.