“Because she hasn’t been able to do what every woman likes best; so she has to put up with the details of life.”
“Are there any details in life?” Mortimer asked.
“Yes; most important things are details.”
“I suppose you would call tea-making a detail? Three and a half minutes exactly. I hope you always drink China tea, George!”
“I never thought about it.”
“An unhappy old age is before the man who does not consider the tea he drinks? No doubt you are Vandal enough to take sugar? Art and sensibility of palate seldom go together. By the way, West’s back from his honeymoon. I had a line from him this morning. What a beggar he is for writing! He gets through more work in a day than the average man does in a week, and still has time to be married and write letters. He wants me to go down for a week-end.”
“What’s she like?”
“You saw her at the wedding.”
“Saw her. I know what she looks like—an empty-headed plaything. But you know her well, don’t you?”
“No man ever knows a woman.”