"The world of seeing and hearing? Well, in that case what tests have we left to us?" Jack was puzzled.
"Nothing," whispered Monty, and began good-naturedly to laugh. "None of these set measures. Only the intrinsic value of everything will stand revealed."
"Pooh!" said Jack. "I wonder what your intrinsic value is, or mine."
"It lies in terms of character, dear boy."
Patricia saw upon Monty's lips the shadow of contempt. She saw that, imitatively, Amy was reflecting just such an expression. She sighed. In terms of character! Well, why should Monty be so confident that the superiority lay with him? And why Amy? She almost laughed in their faces—not as a token of amusement, but as a protest. The word "booh!"—with its immediate implications—would have expressed her feeling. They were only complacent because they had quicker brains than Jack. As though quickness of brain mattered! She had it herself, by starts, and was quite abreast of their comments.
"What's character?" demanded Patricia.
"My dear child!" expostulated Amy, screwing her face under the smarting onset of cigarette smoke.
"Well, what is it?" This time it was Jack, dangerously bellicose.
"It's what everybody thinks they've got," said Patricia.
"When they haven't got it," added Jack.