“I was once told by a palmist,” I said, “that I had a mysterious and magnetic attraction for men.”
“Those palmists will say anything,” he said. “It’s just the other way round really.”
“Perhaps,” I said. “I know I have an unlimited capacity for love—and nobody seems to want it.”
“Ah,” he said, “it’s a pity to be overstocked with a perishable article. It means parting with it at a loss.”
What could I say to a brute like that? And I had nobody there to protect me.
“I wish,” I said, “that you’d look if I’ve a fly in my eye.”
“If you had, you’d know,” he answered. “The fly sees to that.”
Some minutes elapsed before I asked him to tie my shoe-lace.
He looked down and said that it was not undone.
I simply turned round and left him, I was not going to stay there to be insulted.