“It’s possible. I’ve known you for such a short time.”
“Because a woman is an artiste,” she said angrily, “you think that she must be of the milieu.”
“Not at all. The idea hadn’t occurred to me. Would you like to walk round the deck?”
She did not move. “I am beginning to think that I do not like you at all.”
“I’m sorry. I was looking forward to your company on the journey.”
“But you have Mr. Kuvetli,” she said viciously.
“Yes, that’s true. Unfortunately, he’s not as attractive as you are.”
She laughed sarcastically. “Oh, you have seen that I am attractive? That is very good. I am so pleased. I am honoured.”
“I seem to have offended you,” he said. “I apologise.”
She waved one hand airily. “Do not trouble. I think that it is perhaps because you are stupid. You wish to walk. Very well, we will walk.”