"I shall never learn anything about women," said I.
She shrugged her shoulders and began to walk back to the house.
"Was that a threat?" I called after her.
"It was whatever you'll find it," said she.
I ran down the path and caught her up.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "What are you going to do?"
"You don't understand my tone of voice, I suppose?" she replied.
I admitted I did not, whereupon she made a statement that I shall carry back with me to London and remember for the rest of my days.
"Every woman," said she, "has her little idios-an-crazes;" and she walked on into the house.