"It's one of my few pleasant memories of this year--Mr.Grandcourt's niceness to me--and to all women." She set her elbow on the chair's edge and rested her cheek in her hollowed hand.

Her gaze had become remote once more.
"I didn't know you took him so seriously," he said in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, Geraldine." All her composure had returned.

She lifted her eyes insolently.
"Sorry for what ?" "For speaking as I did." "Oh, I don't mind.

I thought you might be sorry for yourself." "Myself ?" "And your neighbour's wife," she added.
"Well, what about myself and my neighbour's wife ?" "I'm not familiar with such matters." Her face did not change, but the burning anger suddenly welled up in her again.