She turned on him white and tremulous.
"Haven't you even the excuse of caring for her?"
"Who?"
"A neighbour's wife—who comes drifting into your hospitable haven!"
"I don't pretend to love her, if that is what you mean," he said pleasantly.
"Then you make her believe it—and that's dastardly!"
"Oh, no. Women don't love unless made love to. You've only read that in books."
She said a little breathlessly: "You are right. I know men and women only through books. It's time I learned for myself."