'And then?'
'A lot of rot about scruples of conscience. I said, I give you a week to think it over, and if I don't hear from you in that time I'm off to Italy.'
'Did she write?'
'Not until I had left Paris. Then she spent five-and-twenty pounds in telegrams trying to get me back.'
'But you wouldn't go back.'
'Not I; with me, when an affair of that sort is over, it is really over. Don't you think I'm right?'
'Perhaps so…. But I'm afraid we've learnt love in different schools.'
'Then the sooner you relearn it in my school the better.'
At that moment a light breeze came up the sandy path, carrying some dust on to the picture. Morton stamped and swore. For three minutes it was damn, damn, damn.
'Do you always swear like that in the presence of ladies?'