"Yes, after all these months. She's actually going over to America, I believe, just to hear the Paradis once at the Metropolitan. Five days out, five back, and one night there. Isn't it absurd? She's had it put in the Daily Mail. And then she says she can't think how things about her get into the papers! Margot really is rather a humbug!"
"Still, she admires the right thing when she admires Sennier's talent," said Claude, with a sort of still decision.
Charmian turned her eyes away from the fire and looked at him.
"How odd you are!" she said, after a little pause.
"Why? In what way am I odd?"
"In almost every way, I think. But it's all right. You ought to be odd."
"What do you mean, Charmian?"
"Jacques Sennier's odd, extraordinary. People like that always are. You are."
She was examining him contemplatively, as a woman examines a possession, something that the other women have not. Her look made him feel very restive and intensely reserved.
"I doubt if I am the least like Jacques Sennier," he said.