"Nothing, I suppose." Then breaking out fiercely: "You are a strange man! You are like the creature Margrave, in Bulwer's hard 'Strange Story,' with mind and body, but with no soul nor sympathy." The man in his turn became almost angry.

He spoke more grimly: "You are not just! Have I broken any pledge or violated any promise, even an implied one?
Have we not known each other on even terms?
It was but a pact for mutual enjoyment until either should be weary.

We have no illusions.

You a Lilith of the red earth, not of Adam; you a woman sweet and passionate and kind, but soulless, too, and fickle; and I a trained man, made as soulless by experience, we met and agreed, without words, to break a lance in a flirtation.

And that both lances were splintered doesn't matter now.