"——and she didn't get him either. He never knew the first thing about women. So here we are, with the situation an exact repetition of what it was before."
"With Jennie playing Daphne's part?"
"For him. Why not? If he's the same again he's the same again, isn't he? But oh, when I saw him this morning!... It was exciting and terrific! You've looked at a photograph-album you haven't seen for years, I expect, but the things didn't move about and talk to you and ask you how you were and show you their pictures——"
I couldn't help a light shiver. Certainly this woman might claim that she had lived through an extraordinary cycle of experience.
"So he's the same, and the same thing will happen all over again—except for what I do," she added wickedly.
"And that will be?"
She shook her head and pursed her mouth.
"No, no. I won't marry you, George, but I will be your friend. I'm not going to tell you that. You must wait. I see how difficult your position is, and it will be much, much better if you're able to say afterwards that you didn't know anything at all about it."
"Isn't it already a little late to say that?"
"Well, least said's soonest mended anyway. Got an Officers' Woodbine about you?"