It was while they were waiting for the cutlets.

She leaned towards him, her elbows upon the tablecloth, her face supported by her fingers.
"I think that it is time we left these generalities," she insisted, "and you told me something rather more personal, something which I am very anxious to know.

Tell me exactly why so self-centered a person as yourself should interest himself in a fellow-creature at all.

It seems odd to me." "It is odd," he admitted, frankly.

"I will try to explain it to you but it will sound very bald, and I do not think that you will understand.