As Aubrey and Myre turned out into the night together, Aubrey looked at the other out of the corner of his eyes:
“That’s a very beautiful woman who—snubbed you—Myre,” said he.
Myre shrugged his shoulders:
“A woman should require winning,” he said. He licked his puffy underlip sullenly.
They walked awhile in silence.
“They say that she’s Baddlesmere’s wife,” Aubrey said—“and a prude.”
Quilliam O’Flaherty Macloughlin Myre laughed:
“Oh, they all like their squeeze,” said he.
They walked some way down the street.
Aubrey sighed; and after awhile he said absently: