“Those old people,” said Aaron. “They licked the sugar off the pill, and go on as if everything was toffee. And we've got to swallow the pill. It's easy to be refreshing—-”
“No, don't say anything against her. I like her so much.”
“And him?”
“Mr. French!—Well, he's perhaps a little like the princess who felt the pea through three feather-beds. But he can be quite witty, and an excellent conversationalist, too. Oh yes, I like him quite well.”
“Matter of taste,” said Aaron.
They had not much to say to one another. The time passed, in the pauses. He looked at his watch.
“I shall have to go,” he said.
“Won't you stay?” she said, in a small, muted voice.
“Stay all night?” he said.
“Won't you?”