“I know I did. And I want to go on with it. What is it Cecily wants that she hasn’t got and that I can’t give her?”
Matthew looked a little nonplussed and embarrassed.
“This is a fool of a conversation.”
“But I want to know.”
“Well, I should say that Cecily wants love.”
“What!” cried Dick, getting up. “Who?”
“Oh, as far as that goes, you; unfortunately, you alone.”
“And you have the damned nerve to say I can’t give her that.”
Matthew seemed imperturbable. “Not her kind.”
“Maybe you think that you could.”