"He is so quiet and simple."
"Simple! Damme, the fellow's an incarnate mask."
"Oh. I think I know all about him. I never thought I knew all about
Alison. She wants so much."
"And she hasn't got all she wants, eh?"
"Yes, I believe," said Susan, after a moment.
"Pray God you're right."
"Oh. I like to hear you say that. You have been so"—for once her placid words stumbled—"so sordid about this."
"Damme, Susan, don't be a saint." Mr. Hadley grinned. "They die virgins."