He said, after another silence: "What was it about a hair dividing your sentiments, and that extremes lay on either side?"
"I said that, Jim."
"Extremes of what?"
"Dislike—friendship—I suppose.... I'm a person addicted to extremes."
"Hatred is one extreme. Did you mean that, Japonette?"
"It is conceivable, fair sir."
"And—the other extreme?"
"Which?"
"The opposite extreme to hate.... Is that conceivable, too?"
"Do you mean love?" she asked coolly.