‘Two years and a half.’
‘And your friends come to see you here? Of course they do. I meant, have you many friends?’
‘Friends, no. A good many acquaintances.’
‘Men, like yourself?’
‘Mostly men, fellows who talk about art and literature.’
‘And women?’ Nancy faltered, half turning away.
‘Oh, magnificent creatures—Greek scholars—mathematicians—all that is most advanced!’
‘That’s the right answer to a silly question,’ said Nancy humbly.
Whereat, Tarrant fixed his gaze upon her.
‘I begin to think that—’