"A tip," she repeated musingly. "That is the Anglo-Saxon slang for information. Is it then that you request information?"
"If you are willing."
"About what, pray?"
"About yourself, Thusis."
"That is unworthy curiosity."
"No, it isn't curiosity."
She elevated her delicate nose, very slightly. "What, then, do you term it, Don Michael?"
"Sympathy."
"Oh la! Sympathy? Oh, I know that kind. It is born out of the idleness of speculation and developed with an admixture of sentimental curiosity always latent in men."
She laughed: "It's nothing but emotion, Monsieur. Men call it budding friendship. But men really care for no women."