“I’ve been feeling a little depressed.”
“You stay alone too much, I believe.”
“It isn’t that. I was out at the theatre with a party only last night. We went to The Great Lover. But he wasn’t like you. You are a really great lover.”
And again she leaned forward towards him, trying to feel physically what surely she was feeling in another way.
“The greatest in London, I am sure.”
“I don’t know,” he said, very simply. “But certainly I have the gift of faithfulness, if it is a gift.”
“We had great discussions on love and jealousy last night.”
“Did you? Whom were you with?”
“I went with Beryl Van Tuyn and Francis Braybrooke.”
“An oddly uneven pair!”