“But how did you know all this?”
“I’ve heard it scores of times from Julie. The crossing of the races interests me; I’ve got my own ideas about that. I’m waiting to see how it comes out.”
“It’s shocking for people to change their religion.”
Martin laughed a bit too loud, Floyd thought.
“What’s the difference? Who believes in it anyhow; do you?”
Floyd evaded a direct answer.
“We practice many things out of respect for our parents and our social position.” He was undeniably well brought up.
“There’s one thing I like about Julie,” said Martin. “In spite of everything, she remains a true daughter of her race. I like in her the sensuousness of the Oriental; oh, I don’t mean sexness—that may also be there latent; I hope it is. I see in her the Shulamite maiden who gets up from her couch at night and goes to seek her lover.”
“What do you know about Julie? You’ve been away so long.”