“Yet I have always spoken the truth.”
“All women speak the truth,” said Blunt imperturbably. And this annoyed her.
“Where are the men I have deceived?” she cried.
“Yes, where?” said Blunt in a tone of alacrity as though he had been ready to go out and look for them outside.
“No! But show me one. I say—where is he?”
He threw his affectation of detachment to the winds, moved his shoulders slightly, very slightly, made a step nearer to the couch, and looked down on her with an expression of amused courtesy.
“Oh, I don’t know. Probably nowhere. But if such a man could be found I am certain he would turn out a very stupid person. You can’t be expected to furnish every one who approaches you with a mind. To expect that would be too much, even from you who know how to work wonders at such little cost to yourself.”
“To myself,” she repeated in a loud tone.
“Why this indignation? I am simply taking your word for it.”
“Such little cost!” she exclaimed under her breath.