“Much, if she married the man who suited her.”
“I wonder what sort of a man that would be.”
“So does she, I think. But she’s a strange girl. I should not be surprised if she were never to marry at all.”
“Don’t you think she would fall in love?”
“Yes. For I think every living woman is capable of that. But she has the sort of intellect which would not be tricked for very long by the heart. Any weakness of hers would soon be over, I fancy.”
“I dare say you are right. In fact I believe you are generally right. She told me you were a book of wisdom. And I feel that it is true.”
“Here is Berkeley Square.”
“How wrong it is of these chauffeurs to drive so fast! It is almost as bad as in Paris. They defy the law. I should like to have this man up.”
He got out. She followed him, looking immensely tall in the dimness.
“I am not going back to the Cafe Royal,” he said.