2
Rose-Ann was sitting back in her chair with the air of the discussion having become too absurd to go on with.
Felix looked inquiry.
“How little we know each other after all,” she said.
“Meaning?”
“Have you forgotten what you said? I hope so.... Felix, if I wanted those things from my lover ... to be kept and guarded ... would I have chosen you?”
She dealt the blow lightly, looking away from him. He paled a little. “Perhaps not,” he said sullenly. And then—“Forgive me for being ridiculous.”
“I only meant,” she said, still looking away, “that I don’t want to spoil you. I like you as you are.... And if you insist upon being taught the cave-man virtues, why you will have to get some other woman to teach them to you. I decline the office.”
“Very well,” he said, “I sha’n’t ask you again.”