She knew these things, but she bore his inspection with indifference.
"I wonder," he said reflectively, "what we men see in you.

You have plenty of admirers.

They say that Grefton got himself shot out at the front because you treated him badly.

Yet--you are not much to look at, are you ?" She laughed at him.

Hers was never a pleasant laugh, but this time it was at least natural.
"How discriminating," she declared.