"I repeat that it is." I shut my eyes.
"You've beautiful eyelashes—look like a fringe on your cheeks, and they all curl up at the ends, Marg."
An interval of silence.
"I didn't say you would rush at a man. I meant most women."
More silence.
"Don't you think I'm right?"
"Your ignorance of women is only equalled by your colossal conceit. The conversation, I again repeat, is at an end."
"And once again I assert that it isn't. I wish to discuss the matrimonial prospects of Dr. Renton and Miss Fairbrother."
"You must discuss them with yourself."
"Can't."