"Cold!" He said it again in a tone of voice which was indescribable; in the word as he uttered it there was a whole dictionary of meaning. "Cold!"
"Have a drink?"
She was moving towards the sideboard on which there were bottles and glasses.
"The last time I saw you I had a drink at your expense, though I'm always paying for it."
"The world doesn't seem to have been using you very well since I met you last."
His speech was not a reply to hers.
"At least you have courage."
"Women of my sort have to; experience gives it to them. Without courage where should we be?"
"I wonder where you are sometimes even with it. Do you know that you've scarcely ever been out of my thoughts more than an hour or two at a time since we parted?"
"That's very nice of you."