“No,” said she. “No.”
“Oh, yes! I'm that way. The less I see of people the better.”
This touched the half-fledged woman in her.
“You're interested in your work,” said she gently. “That's all. And it's right. You're not a trifler.”
“I'm a lone wolf.”
She was beginning to find him out-and-out interesting.
“You travel a good deal,” she ventured demurely. “All the time. I prefer it.”
“Always alone?”
“Always.”
“You don't get lonesome?”