"Maybe you're in love with me. The common interests would be flowers, food and interior decoration. If I were a girl, I wouldn't want to be kissed by a man who gave his life to that."
"Don't be superior. Henri's a man of many conquests, as any of my friends will admit when they're drunk. Ted, I don't usually like this kind of talk. Why am I talking like this?"
"Maybe you dreamed of Henri."
"Oh, Ted—" She slid her feet out, and sat up on the edge of the bed. "Do you think—with us, it was just—animal attraction?"
"It could have been. You were, and are, an attractive animal. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Some of the soundest marriages are founded on it."
"And maintained?"
"Founded and maintained. With a minor compromise, here and there. But no major ones. When are you going to see Henri again?"
"For lunch, here. And you'd better be home, Theodore Truesdale. I don't want to be one of those—those, well, one of them."
"I'll be here, glowering. I suppose, with the super gourmet as guest, you'll be working on the lunch all morning."
She shook her head. "I'm giving him hamburgers. It's a sort of test."