"I must say he's much cleverer than you, Frank."
"What did you talk about? Soul stuff, eh?"
"Oh, not entirely."
She came over to the couch and patted his cheeks.
"My hands—feel how cold they are."
"Never mind your hands. What did our good friend have to say for himself?"
"Oh, talk." Her dark eyes glanced enigmatically from his stare.
Brander swore. "I want to know, d'you hear?"
"Dear me! Soulmate bares all." She laughed and walked with a sensual swing down the long room.
Brander, without stirring, repeated, "Yes, everything."