"You see, you are so very small," said Kitty, as she dropped sugar into Miss Keating's cup. She had ordered cigarettes and a liqueur for herself.
Miss Keating said nothing. She drank her coffee with a distasteful movement of her lips.
Kitty Tailleur stretched herself at full length on a garden chair. She watched her companion with eyes secretly, profoundly intent under lowered lids.
"Do you mind my smoking?" she said presently.
"No," said Miss Keating.
"Do you mind my drinking Kümmel?"
"No."
"Do you mind my showing seven inches of stocking?"
"No."
"What do you mind, then?"