Stargarde sighed. “Why do you so often call her little? She is tall.”
“Oh, it’s a mannish façon de parler. Men always say that about women they like.”
“Do they?” wonderingly. “I haven’t noticed it.”
“I dare say not. Men as a rule don’t like big women.”
“Indeed!”
“No; they do not. I heard a man the other day speaking of a lovely creature, ‘But,’ he said, ‘she is too big to love.’”
Stargarde looked disturbed. “Was I the woman, Brian?” she said sweetly, almost childishly.
“Well—I would have throttled him if he had said anything else.”
“And do you find me so—so immense?” drawing herself up to the full height of her charming and exquisitely proportioned figure.
“Immense; yes. Quite immense.”