Maurice felt sorry for Irene and weakly took her hand. She let it recline in his listlessly. It was cold and damp after Jenny's vitality.
"If I loved a man," said Jenny, "I should be most shocking jealous."
"What would you do if you met him with another girl?" asked Maurice.
"I should never speak to him again."
"Wouldn't that be rather foolish?"
"Foolish or not, that's what I should do."
"Well, I'm not jealous," vowed Maurice. "I never have been."
"Then you're silly," asserted Jenny. "Jealous! I'm terribly jealous."
"It's a mistake," said Maurice. "It spoils everything and turns a pleasure into a nuisance."