"And to think that women have been flung from there!" said Claude, clasping his hands round his knees.
"Unfaithful women! Rather hard on them!" she answered. "If London husbands—" She stopped. "No don't let us think of London. And yet I suppose you loved it in that little house of yours?"
"I think I did."
"Don't you ever regret that little house?"
She saw his eyebrows move downward.
"Oh, I—I'm very fond of Djenan-el-Maqui."
"And no wonder! Only you seemed so much a part of your London home. You seemed to belong to it. There was an odd little sense of mystery."
"Was there?"
"And I felt it was necessary to you, to your talent. How could I feel that without ever hearing your music? I did."
"Don't I seem to belong to Djenan-el-Maqui?"