“Why?” She bent over with a touch of eagerness.
“Because there is nothing of mystery about you.”
“Ha, ha; why should a woman be a mystery?”
Then came a flash which revealed depths unsounded.
“Because all holy things are mysterious; when a woman ceases to be holy to man, she kills love in him.”
Maud wouldn’t argue on those lines.
“Other men don’t think so.”
“They do. Have you ever been inside the Museum of Art in Central Park?”
“Oh, yes, I’ve been to the receptions.”
“Will you come with me to see the pictures and statues?”