“Fritz!”
His forehead contracted.
“Fritz—yes. What does he do? Try to walk in ocean depths?”
“You needn’t sneer at Fritz,” she said sharply.
“I beg your pardon.”
“Fritz doesn’t bother about shallows and depths. He loves me absurdly, and that’s quite enough for him.”
“And for you.”
She nodded gravely.
“And what would Fritz do if you were to lose your beauty? Would he be like all the other men? Would he cease to care?”
For the first time Lady Holme looked really thoughtful—almost painfully thoughtful.