A frown passed over her face, and she winced at the thrust, yet her answer was a surprising question to him.
“Do you really believe in anything, Allan?”
“You ask that?” he said leaning closer. “You whose great dark eyes look through a man’s very soul?”
“I begin to think I have never seen yours. I doubt if you have a soul.”
“Well, what’s the use of a soul? I can’t satisfy the wants of my body.”
“Answer my question. Do you believe in anything?”
“Yes,” he replied, his voice sinking to a tense whisper, “I believe in Woman,—in love.”
“In Woman?”
“Yes, Woman.”
“You mean women,” she sneered.