“I’ll go anywhere with you.”
He sat on the arm of her chair.
“You will find in some of the mutilated Grecian goddesses the same length of limbs and lines of body; but they are modestly undraped—”
“Stop. I don’t like that expression; I believe in leaving something to the imagination.”
“A man’s imagination in that respect is a vile thing.”
“I never thought of it that way.”
“Think of it that way, will you?”
“Yes.”
It slipped out; she was sorry at once, but she didn’t recall it.
“When I look at the girl of today, I feel that I am passing with the rest of the crowd before those wonderful marble statues, which belong to everyone, to no one.”