“Delicious! Especially these sprats. I don’t know what a sprat is, but I’m sure this is one.”
“That’s another thing—people ought to be able to talk about love, and food, and art, and money, in the same tone of voice. Some men would be shocked to hear me discuss love and little fishes all in the same breath.”
“I seem to be passing all your tests.”
“Yes—it doesn’t even make you nervous to be compared with other men.”
“Oh, I suppose there are other men in the world,” said Felix. “They don’t interest me, but I don’t mind your alluding to them.”
“So long as it’s to their disadvantage!”
“Or any other way. I simply can’t take them seriously. Men seem ridiculous creatures to me.”
“I’ve known some very interesting ones!”
“You thought so at the time. A pardonable mistake. The truth is, Bobbie Eulenspiegel, you and I are the only truly interesting people alive in the world at this moment.”
She laughed up into his eyes. “I think so too,” she said.