“I oughtn’t to be here.”
“Absurd. Why not?”
“Fritz has a jealous temperament.”
She spoke with a simple naturalness that moved the diplomat within him to a strong admiration.
“You can act far better than Miss Schley,” he said, with intentional bluntness.
“I love her acting.”
“I’m going away. I shan’t see you for an age. Don’t give me a theatrical performance to-day.”
“Can a woman do anything else?”
“Yes. She can be a woman.”
“That’s stupid—or terrible. What a dear little lamp that is! I like your room.”