"He cut her up into very small pieces. Knowles does these things artistically. He's so urbane in his brutality; that's what makes it so crushing. Are you an admirer of Miss Armstrong?"
He looked her full in the face, and Audrey blushed. She had read Miss Armstrong's works, and liked them, because it was the fashion; but not for worlds would she have admitted the fact now.
"I don't think I am. I've not read all her books."
"Did you like them?"
"I—I hardly know. She's written so many, and I can't understand them—at least not all of them."
Wyndham smiled. She had read all of them, then.
"I'm glad to hear it. I can't understand them myself; but I detest them, all the same."
"I thought so. I saw you were having an argument with her."
"Oh, as for that, I agreed with her—with her theory, that is, not with her practice; that's execrable. But whatever she says I always want to support the other side."