"Men seldom name, even to themselves, the weapons by which they are conquered. But women know what those weapons are."
"The Madame Marneffes, but not the Baroness Hulots."
"A Baroness Hulot never counts."
"Is it really clever of you to generalize about men? Don't you differentiate among us at all?"
He spoke entirely without pique, of which he was quite unconscious.
"I do differentiate," she replied. "But only sometimes, not always. There are broad facts which apply to men, however different they may be from one another. There are certain things which all men feel, and feel in much the same way."
"Nigel Armine and I, for instance?"
A sudden light—was it a light of malice?—flashed in her brilliant eyes.
"Yes, even Mr. Armine and you."
"I shall not ask you what they are."