"Certainly I do, only—only—"
"Only what?"
"Only—well, hanged if I make you out, lady. This place—it just isn't you—that's all."
"Nonsense! I don't count. I'm just a sort of a means to an end, anyway."
"What end?"
"The wine!"
"The what?"
"Oh, nothing," she said, and laughed.
"Laugh again."
"Why?"