“Music?”
“Oh, of course.”
“Piano?”
“Yes, piano, violin, harp, guitar, zither—all that sort of thing.... Don’t you?”
“No. What else?”
“Why—just various things, ride, swim, fence, box—I box pretty well—all those things——”
“Science, too?”
“Rudiments. Of course I couldn’t, for example, discourse with authority upon the heteropterous mictidæ or tell you in what genus or genera the prothorax and femora are digitate; or whether climatic and polymorphic forms of certain diurnal lepidoptera occur within certain boreal limits. I have only a vague and superficial knowledge of any science, you see.”
“I see,” he said gravely.
She leaned forward thoughtfully, her pretty hands loosely interlaced upon her knee.