"By herself?"
"Yes."
"I suppose you go about a lot?"
"Oh, we do It's such a change from Paris."
"Well, I should prefer Paris."
"You wouldn't! London's much more romantic. Paris is so hard and matter-of-fact."
"So's London."
She squirmed about lissomly on the seat.
"You don't know what I mean," she said. "I never can make people see what I mean—about anything."
He smiled indulgently and dropped the point.