"That's not true."
"It is true."
"It is not true. How could you want me when you had that dancing-girl with you?"
He shrugged his shoulders, almost like one of the Frenchmen whom he had met ever since he was a child.
"You do not understand the men of the East, or you forget that I am an Oriental," he said.
A sudden idea struck her.
"Perhaps you are married, too?" she exclaimed.
"Of course I am married!"
His eyes narrowed, and his face began to look hard and repellent.
"It is not in our habits to discuss these things," he said.