Her mouth opened--gaped.

She looked as if a flat hand had struck her.
"I don't mean that unkindly," he said--"but it would be hell--red hell--to me." She sat and stared at him.

"Can't understand you," she said at last.
"Why not ?" "What did you let me go on talking for ?" "It was rather amusing to compare your taste with mine." "Amusing?
God!" She lifted herself to her feet and went across to the mantelpiece, leaning her elbows on it, her head in her hands.

All her exhaustion had returned.

She felt a thousand times more tired in that moment than when she had rested on the landing.