But it is not true.

I thought about it all night long; I find that I do not care for him--as you told me I did." He said, smiling: "Nor do you really care for me." "I could care." Her hands still lay lightly on his shoulders; he smilingly disengaged them, saluted the finger tips, and swung them free.
"No, you couldn't," he said--"nor could I." She clasped her hands behind her, confronting him with that gaily audacious allure which he knew so well: "Does a man really care whether or not he is in love with a woman before he makes love to her ?" "Do you want an honest answer ?" "Please." "Well, then--if she is sufficiently attractive, a man doesn't usually care." "Am I sufficiently attractive ?" "Yes." "Then--why do you hesitate ?...

I know the rules of the game.

When one wearies, the other must pretend to....

And then they make their adieux very amiably....