“Hush!” she said, with a smiling pretense of thinking of being shocked presently.
She went to the writing-table.
“Very well, then, we’ll go if you want to.”
“Don’t you?” he asked, following her.
She had sat down and taken up a pen. Now she looked up at him with her steady eyes.
“I’m sure I shall enjoy it when I’m there,” she answered. “I generally enjoy things. You know that. You’ve seen me among people so often.”
“Yes. One would think you reveled in society if one only knew you in that phase.”
“Well, I don’t really care for it one bit. I can’t, because I never miss it if I don’t have it.”
“I believe you really care for very few things and for very few people,” he said.
“Perhaps that’s true about people.”