'Nor I,' he replied with cool audacity.
There was another long pause, during which neither moved. It was noteworthy that Trist, who had been on his legs in rough water, and over rocky country, since early morning, showed no sign of fatigue. If he had so desired, it would have been easy enough for him to bring forward one of the low chairs standing near the skylight, but he appeared to prefer standing.
'But in losing that sense of horror,' asked Brenda presently, 'do not men become brutalized?'
He shrugged his shoulders perceptibly.
'Do you think so?' he inquired significantly.
The question was cleverly thrown back upon her, but Brenda intended to get her answer. She looked up with a passing smile, and made him a little pout with her pretty lips.
'You are no criterion. You are different altogether. I was speaking generally.'
'Speaking generally, I should still be of opinion that men are not affected in any harmful way by seeing ... unpleasant sights.'
'From a sportsman's point of view only?'
'No.'