There's lots of froth to me--on top.

You know that sort of foam you see on grass-stems in the fields.

Hidden away inside is a very clever and busy little creature.

He uses the froth to protect himself." "Are you going to froth ?" "Yes--until----" "Until what ?" "You----" "Go on." "Shall I say it ?" "Yes." "Well, then, unless you and I find each other intellectually satisfactory." "You said only a man--in love with a woman--could find her interesting in that way." "Yes.

What of it ?" "Nothing....