“What more could there be?” she asked, looking at me for the first time, with that naïve expression of blameless innocence which was Eve’s fig leaf.
“You have nothing to say?”
“No,” she said. “Women are not as vocal about these things as men seem to be.”
“You were vocal enough when we were making the bargain,” I said. “Have you no curiosity to know why I wish to cancel it?”
“Friendship does not satisfy a man,” she said.
“Have you made the same bargain with others? ... with Lord Porteous?” I asked.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Please don’t be stupid,” she said, lighting another cigarette and beginning to toy with the smoke. “Are you staying for dinner?”