"Yes."
They stood, thoughtful a moment, not looking at each other.
Cynthia said in a low voice: "Be careful of him, ducky. His is not the stronger character. Perhaps he needs more than you give."
"What!"
"I—I think that perhaps he is not the kind of man to be spoiled by giving. And—it is possible to starve some men by the well-meant kindness of reserve."
"All women—modest women—are reserved."
"Is a mother's reserve praiseworthy when her child comes to her for intimate companionship—for tenderness perhaps—and puts its little arms around her neck?"
Jacqueline stared, then blushed furiously.
"Why do you suppose that I am likely to be lacking in sympathy, Cynthia?"
"You are not. I know you too well, ducky. But you might easily be exquisitely undemonstrative."