"It was you who seemed to be in a hurry."
"Well, I'm not, now. Tea, then?"
They turned, and Jean knew that Herrick would go straight to the tea house where they had had their first tea, but when he ordered the same little almond cakes and preserved ginger, Jean laughed.
"What is it?"
"I knew you would do that."
"Did you? But you always did know what I would do. I think that was the trouble, I could never feel masculine and superior. I always felt like a window with you, as if you were looking straight through me."
Jean's eyes sobered. She must have hurt deeply, more often than she had known.
"That would have pleased me terribly once on a time. I should have adored making people feel like windows."
Herrick waited until the waiter had shuffled away for more hot water.
"Doesn't it make you feel that way now?" This was going to be really interesting.