"Much, monsieur. You are a mystery."
"I am flattered . . ."
"That's all blague," the woman scoffed. "You know I'm interested in all you do. I've just told you so, and why." She endured his quizzical scrutiny with a frank and friendly countenance, more entertained than irritated by his mistrust. "Surely, my dear! you've not been misbehaving so badly you need hesitate to confide in me."
"But a little while ago you were telling me my life was dull."
"You don't find it so?"
"You might the tale of it. Tastes differ."
"One is to infer your conduct has been good?"
"Irreproachable—by certain standards."
"Mine?" Liane twinkled—"or yours?"
"Yours certainly, since I hesitate to bore you."