Helen, to whom deception, or even a lie was nothing, if circumstances warranted it, tossed her head and continued, “What are his tastes? What does he like?”
“He likes the country, especially Ridgefield.”
“So do I adore it. Go on.”
“He likes rowing.”
Helen had a mortal terror of a sail boat and could scarcely ever be persuaded to enter one, but answered quickly: “So do I. Go on.”
“He likes driving over the hills and into the woods.” Helen made a grimace, for if there were anything she detested it was driving over the country roads in country vehicles. But if Craig liked it, she liked it, too, and said so.
“What next?” she asked, and Alice replied, “He likes to sit on the north piazza, where it is cool, and away from the street.”
“Now you please me; that is delicious. What does he do? Smoke?”
“I think not, or drink either.”
“That’s bad. What does he do?”