"I can't help loving the personal. I'm not like you. I do love the feeling of definite personality, separated from everything, mine, me. It's no use pretending."
"Pretence is always disgusting."
"Yes, of course. But still—never mind, I was only going to say something you wouldn't agree with."
Susan did not ask what it was, but quietly turned the conversation, and soon succeeded in ridding Charmian of her faint self-consciousness.
"I want you to meet—him."
At last Charmian had said it, with a slight flush.
"I have met him," returned Miss Fleet, in her powerful voice.
"What!" cried Charmian, on an almost indignant note.
"I met him last night."
"How could you? Where? He never goes to anything!"