“Yes,” she replied blankly.
“You talked to him, didn’t you?”
She said nothing for a minute.
“He kissed me,” she said without any change of tone.
Helen started, looked at her, but could not make out what she felt.
“M-m-m’yes,” she said, after a pause. “I thought he was that kind of man.”
“What kind of man?” said Rachel.
“Pompous and sentimental.”
“I like him,” said Rachel.
“So you really didn’t mind?”