"Somebody? Who?"
"Patricia."
"Before you met her?"
"Yes."
She brooded a moment on this. The passers-by jostled their standing figures impatiently.
"I read a novel of yours; in 1914, wasn't it? But hers——"
"She gave it up for mine."
"Oh.... Yes, she would. I daresay hers was a good deal better."
He repeated: "A good deal better."
"Where is your wife now?"