"Monty!" he cried. "Monty! Oh, but my dear, how could you?" He was incredulous. "Monty!"
"He fascinated me. There was no question of my being in love with him. But he made me feel I was wonderful and beautiful...."
"But to be taken in by Monty!" exclaimed Edgar. "It's extraordinary. I believe women must somehow be less fastidious than men. You couldn't imagine me fascinated with Monty's counterpart?" His face expressed the horror he felt at his own image. Patricia shuddered.
"You'd never be fascinated by anybody," she said. "You'd always be quite calm. Besides, you don't want to be thought wonderful."
"I don't want Brummagem admiration."
"And you don't give it!" she flashed at him. "You don't give any admiration. You don't think I'm wonderful. You think I'm a silly child. Well, that makes ... you see, I couldn't love you...."
"By the way," said Edgar, coolly. "What makes you think you're so jolly wonderful? Is it something you do, or something you are?"
Patricia looked at him breathlessly. She was stimulated to temper.
"Nobody could ever love you!" she cried angrily. "You're too inhuman!"