"Now, this woman," Charmian went on, beginning to curl the tress of hair again, "hating the world about her with its shams, its hypocrisy, and cruelty, ran away from it all, one day, with a villain."
"And why with a villain?"
"Because he was a villain!"
"That," said I, turning to look at her, "that I do not understand!"
"No, I didn't suppose you would," she answered.
"Hum!" said I, rubbing my chin. "And why did you run away from him?"
"Because he was a villain."
"That was very illogical!" said I.
"But very sensible, sir."
Here there fell a silence between us, and, as we walked, now and then her gown would brush my knee, or her shoulder touch mine, for the path was very narrow.