“Woman, you mean?”
He nodded.
“Not in the way you mean. We disagree awfully over one woman whom Dick admires,—Fliss Allenby.”
“He’s not in love with her.”
“No. That makes it all the worse. If he were you could understand his taking up her defense every time a criticism of her is made. But as a matter of fact he prefers even her—for whom he doesn’t care and whom I can remember his scorning when I first took her up after we were married—to me. He prefers almost anything to me.”
“Don’t get bitter, Cecily.”
“I didn’t know what that word meant except abstractly seven years ago. Now it seems to express me.”
“Nonsense. Turn on the lights, my dear. We’re too gloomy.”
The conversation became more practical.
“Have you made any money arrangement with Dick?”