"I think I certainly could for every act that I reiterate."
"Then you're built differently from me. But I've told you all I can.
I like Cuckoo. She's a damned nice girl."
Valentine's lip curled.
"I can't agree with you, Julian."
"You don't know her as I do."
"Not quite."
Julian reddened.
"Come, now," he began, and then checked himself and laughed good-naturedly. "You can't play the saint any more, you know, Val," he said.
"I have no wish to. I discovered long ago that a saint is only the corpse of a man, not a living man at all. But we are talking about this corpse of a woman."
"Cuckoo's no corpse. By Jove, no. I believe she's got a power that no other woman has."