“Did you ever wonder before you went to Berkeley Square?”
“Perhaps not.”
A slight shadow seemed to pass over Miss Van Tuyn’s face.
“I believe there was a famous French actress who was loved after she was seventy,” said Craven.
“Then the man must have been a freak.”
“Lots of us are freaks.”
“I don’t think you are,” she said provocatively.
“Why not?”
“I have my little private reasons,” she murmured.
At that moment Craven was conscious of a silly desire to take her in his arms, bundle of vanities though he knew her to be. He hated himself for being so ordinary. But there it was!