“Why? Is she so inscrutable?”
“Inscrutable? Yes, perhaps. But just then I was reflecting on the difficulties of describing a woman to a woman without setting her against her.”
“Why?” asked the girl again, coolly. “I suppose you mean that women are jealous?”
“I shouldn’t venture on such plain speaking.”
“I wish you would,” she said impatiently. “I hate people to be afraid to come round a corner without peeping first. As for being jealous, I don’t agree. I think women are more ready to admire women than men men.”
“Of course if you think so.”
“Please don’t pay silly compliments. Disagree as much as you like, and then the thing may be argued out.”
“Never!”
“What do you mean?”
“Everything in the world has been argued, and nothing ever has been, or will be, argued out.”