But, as you say, the logic wasn't sound." Silence being the only dignified course under mystification, Anne was silent.

Some men had that irritating way with women; Walter's smile suggested that he might have it.

She was not going to minister to his male delight.

Unfortunately her silence seemed to please him too.
"Never mind, dear, I do like her; because she likes you." "You will like her for herself when you know her." "Will she like me for myself when she knows me?
It's extremely doubtful.
You see, hitherto she has made no ardent sign." "My dear, she says you've never been near her.

You've never come to one of her Thursdays." "Oh, her Thursdays--no, I haven't." "Well, how can you expect--but you'll go sometimes, now, to please me ?" "Won't Wednesdays do ?" "Wednesdays ?" "Yes.