"Not much. If you think that."
Silence. And then Rowcliffe burst out again.
"There are two things that I can't stand—a woman nursing a dog and a woman in love with the moon. They mean the same thing. And it's horrible."
"Why?"
"Because if it's humbug she's a hypocrite, and if it's genuine she's a monster."
"And if I'm in love with the moon—and you said I was——"
"I didn't. You said it yourself."
"Not at all. I said if I was in love with the moon, I'd be in love with it and not with my idea of it. I want reality."
"So do I. We're not likely to get it if we can't see it."
"No. If you're only in love with what you see."