“My dear!”
“They’ve got to make love somewhere.”
Frederic caught Jessie’s eye, and with a little swagger he said:
“Yes. But we don’t talk about it.”
“Good gracious me,” said Serge with a laugh, “men and women hardly talk about anything else. If they don’t talk they think the more, and that’s bad for them.”
“I think you are disgusting,” said Gertrude, tartly, and left the room.
“Is he a nice young man, this Bennett Lawrie?” asked Mrs. Folyat.
“He’s the queerest fish I ever met. His father’s quite dotty.”
“I’d like to know him,” interrupted Serge.