“How much?”
“All the time.”
She pushed her glass away from her.
“Don’t be silly. I’m not a half-wit, Ted. I think you ought to be ashamed of yourself. You know quite well you’re engaged to Barbara Brownley. Her mother told Miss Duffield that.”
His face darkened.
“Well,” he said, “I thought you were above a lot of silly conventions.”
She smiled serenely. “I am.”
“Then—just because a man is engaged to a woman is no reason why he should never speak to any one else.”
“No—that would put a pretty high penalty on such things, wouldn’t it?”
“People are getting over their old fashioned notions about such things. Men and women aren’t simpletons as they used to be, you know. We’re regarding these things in a modern way. More like the French,” he said largely.