"I haven't been cross with you, have I?"
"No. But you didn't like being interrupted."
"Not then—but I'm rather enjoying it now." He took a dish from her fingers. "You know you did drop in rather informally. Who's been talking of me?"
"Oh, that's the penalty of distinction. One hears such things. Are you queer, morbid and eccentric?"
"I believe I am," amusedly, "now that you mention it."
She was silent a moment before she spoke again.
"I don't believe it—at all. But you are unconventional, aren't you?"
"According to the standards of your world, yes, decidedly."
"My world! What do you know about my world?"
"Only what you've told me by your opinions of mine."