“How is Maud? I haven’t seen her lately.”
“As charming as ever,” said Manvers with some finality.
“May is down in the country still,” said Tom, after a pause, “with my father and the baby.”
“And are you ridiculously happy still?”
“Quite ridiculously. But why still?”
“Oh, I don’t know. We are limited, and so are our emotions. I have a natural tendency myself to get tired of the things I like.”
“But you said just now that Maud was as charming as ever.”
“Obviously then she is an exception.”
He rose to go.
“I must be off,” he said. “You came in so late, and I wanted to talk to you—but it’s after twelve, and they will all think it most unseductive of me to wake the house up at nameless hours. I suppose I shall see you again soon?”