She looked straight into my eye now and hers were a little fierce.
"And you—shall you take a mistress?"
I watched the smoke of my cigarette curling.
"Possibly," I answered lazily, as though the matter were too much a foregone conclusion to discuss. "Should you mind?"
A faint movement showed in her throat as if she had stopped herself swallowing. She looked down. I know she finds it very difficult to lie, and could not possibly do so if we were gazing at each other.
"Why should I mind?"
"No of course, why should you?"
She looked up then, but not at me. Her eyes flashed and her lip curled in contempt.
"Two seems vulgar though," she snapped.
"I agree with you, the idea wounds my aesthetic senses."