'Eve, I am really angry. That old man!'
She turned luxuriously on to her back, her arms flung wide, and lay looking at him.
'You are very anxious that I should go to him. You are not very jealous of me, are you, Julian?'
'Why does he come?' he asked curiously. 'You never told me....'
'There are a great many things I never tell you, my dear.'
'It is not my business and I am not interested,' he answered, 'but he has come a long way in the heat to see you, and I dislike your callousness. I insist upon your getting up.'
She smiled provokingly. He dropped on his knees near her.
'Darling, to please me?'
She gave a laugh of sudden disdain.
'Fool! I might have obeyed you; now you have thrown away your advantage.'