"Oh, you liar!"
"You looked glum enough when she chose that fellow, didn't you?" taunted Harry.
"Headache, I suppose! And even if I did look glum, and I don't say I did—you needn't rub it into a chap. Besides, in any case, I didn't look glum!"
"Your logic's masterful as usual, Philip!"
"The point is not Philip's logic but the heartlessness of women!" Harry insisted. "What's to be done about it?"
"The only thing to be done about it," declared Alec, "is to look the fact in the face, that's all! You must have no illusions about them! You must stare them straight in the eyes and beyond! Let 'em know they're not deceiving you with their little tricks! Strip off the illusions, I say!"
"I suppose by 'illusions' you mean," said Philip, "all that's jolly about 'em and make 'em different from us! No, it won't work!"
"There isn't anything different about us! We're all alike! Strip them naked and it's just—Body, Sex!"
"What on earth are you driving at now?" Philip asked, frightened.
"Only this—that it's about time you ... Hello! Look here! What on earth ... what on earth's this?"