'Well, good-bye, Aylmer dear.'
'Fiend! Are you going already? Cruel girl!'
'Why you've just sent me away!'
'I can stand talking to you, Edith. Talking, for hours. But I can't stand your being within a yard of me.'
'Thank you so much,' she said, laughing, and arranging her hat in front of the mirror.
He spoke in a lower voice:
'How often must I tell you? You know perfectly well.'
'What?'
'I'm not that sort of man.'
'What sort?'