"I'm sorry," remarked Mavis, saying what was untrue.
"And then Vic has a conventional mind: it annoys me awfully. Conventions are the cosmetics of morality."
"Where did you read that?"
"And these conventions, that are the rudiments of what were once full-blooded necessities, are most practised by those who have the least call for their protection. Pity me."
"I do."
Perigal's eyes brightened.
"I'm unhappy too," said Mavis, after a pause.
"Not really?"
"I wondered if you would help me."
"Try me."