"She's a child—adorable always. But then I never understand her—nor she me."
She sipped tea and smiled.
"Woman is at once the woman and the serpent, mon ami. All she needs is a man and a Garden of Paradise."
He frowned into his teacup but did not reply.
"Is it true, John?" she asked quietly.
"What is true?"
"That Hermia is to marry Trevvy Morehouse?"
"From whom did you hear that?" he asked.
"From whom have I not heard it? Everyone. Hermia hasn't denied it, has she?"
"Not that I'm aware of. Why should she deny it? It's her own affair."