Lady Carey shrugged her shoulders.

The subtlety of her smile faded away.

Her whole face expressed a contemptuous and self-assured cynicism.
"You know her very well," she murmured.

"Yet she and I are no strangers.
She is one who loves to taste--no, to drink--deeply of all the experiences of life.

Why should we blame her, you and I?
Have we not the same desire ?" Mr.Sabin lit a cigarette.
"Once, perhaps," he remarked.