"I don't know anything about such affairs, but if you think I ought to I might try to learn." She laughed and leaned back into the depths of her chair.

"You and I are such intimate friends it's a shame I shouldn't understand and sympathise with what most interests you." He remained silent, gazing down at his shadow on the grass, hands clasped loosely between his knees.

She strove to study him calmly; her mind was chaos; only the desire to hurt him persisted, rendered sterile by the confused tumult of her thoughts.
Presently, looking up: "Do you doubt that things are not right between--my neighbour's wife--and me ?" he inquired.
"The matter doesn't interest me." "Doesn't it ?" "No." "Then I have misunderstood you.

What is the matter that does interest you, Geraldine ?" She made no reply.
He said, carelessly good-humoured: "I like women.

It's curious that they know it instinctively, because when they're bored or lonely they drift toward me....