He was certain now, had any doubt still lingered in his mind, that a liaison existed between her and Van der Staal.
"And do you think me ... cultivated?"
She laughed provocatively, with a touch of scorn in her voice:
"Listen. Shall I speak to you seriously?"
"I wish you would."
"I consider neither you nor Miss Hope suited for free love."
"So I am not cultivated?"
"I don't mean it in the sense of being civilized. I mean modern culture."
"So I am not modern?"
"No," she said, slightly irritated.