“It is very kind of you not to be angry with me,” he began.
There was often something caressing in his voice; it was not clear and was even now and then a little broken, but this just gave it a certain charm of quality.
“Why?” she asked.
“In the first place, I did wrong to pay you that visit. In the second place, I was ill-mannered at Mrs. Hoze’s dinner.”
“A whole catalogue of sins!” she laughed.
“Surely!” he continued. “And you are very good to bear me no malice.”
“Perhaps that is because I always hear so much good about you at Dolf’s.”
“Have you never noticed anything odd in Dolf?” he asked.
“No. What do you mean?”
“Has it never struck you that he has more of an eye for the great aggregate of political problems as a whole than for the details of his own surroundings?”