“It’s rather late in the day to develop honourable sentiments, isn’t it? Haven’t you got some better story to me than that?”
“What d’you take me for? Why should you always think I’m lying to you?”
“Because experience has shown me that you generally are.”
He shrugged his shoulders and lit a cigarette, then looked at Grace with deliberation, as though meditating what he should now do.
“Haven’t you got anything to say to me at all?” she asked, her voice suddenly breaking.
“Nothing, except that you’d better go back to your own room. It’s devilish unsafe for you to be here, and I can you I don’t want to get into a mess.”
But what does it all mean?” she cried desperately. “Don’t you care for me any more?”
“Well, if you insist, it means that I think the whole thing had better stop.”
“Reggie!”
“I want to turn over a new leaf, I’m going to give up racketing about, and settle down. I’m sick of the whole thing.”