"I don't understand half they say, and when I do I sometimes wish I didn't.

But I suppose--" tentatively--"You go in for all this sort of thing ?" "I ?" said Rachel, astonished.

"I don't go in for anything.

But what sort of thing do you mean ?" "There is Scarlett," said Doll, with relief, who hated definitions, and felt the conversation was on the slippery verge of becoming deep.

"Do you know him?
Looks as if he'd seen a ghost, doesn't he ?" Rachel's interest, never a heavy sleeper, was instantly awakened as she saw Sybell piloting Hugh towards her.