"Did you think he wasn't?" she asked. "He is painfully sensitive; pitiably so. I think women divine it, and it attracts them."
"He hasn't the reputation of being very thin-skinned," remarked Cleland drily.
"The average man who is sensitive would die to conceal it. You ought to know that, Jim; it's your business to dissect people, isn't it?"
She thrust a second pin through the crown of her hat and adjusted it deftly.
"Anyway," she said, "you are a nice, polite boy to go to see him, and you have made me very happy. Good-bye! I must run——"
"Have you lunched?"
"No, but I'm going to."
"With whom?" he asked incautiously.
"A man."
"You're usually just going out to lunch or dine with some man," he said sullenly.