“Don't confound me with our young Sanitist, please; I simply think there are probably a hundred things you don't know about the girl which ought to be cleared up.”
“And then?”
“Then,” said Stephen, “they could—er—deal with her accordingly.”
Hilary shrank so palpably at this remark that he added rather hastily:
“You call that cold-blooded, I suppose; but I think, you know, old chap, that you're too sensitive.”
Hilary stopped rather abruptly.
“If you don't mind, Stevie,” he said, “we'll part here. I want to think it over.” So saying, he turned back, and sat down on a seat that faced the sun.