"No—not a sister. A lover is preferable."
Quickly she retorted:
"My husband is my lover—-my lover is my husband."
He laughed, as he said:
"It sounds very pretty, but you must admit that it is rather banal."
"In what way?"
He flecked the ash from his cigar.
"You are too pretty, too charming a woman to be commonplace. Really it spoils you——"
Ignoring his compliments, she persisted.
"Do you mean I am commonplace because I call Kenneth my lover. What other lover should I or any other woman happily married have? I am faithful to him—he is loyal to me."