“I don't quite know. That's the irritating part about it.”
“Oh, I see! Then it's a question of the lady's desirability. Oh, Raine, I know these pensions. I hope it isn't a Polish countess with two poodles and a past. Tell me, what is she like?”
“Well, to tell you the truth,” he replied, with a strange conjuncture of a humorous twinkle in his eyes and a deprecatory smile, “it is impossible to say.”
“Why?”
“Because she isn't one, but two.”
“Two what?”
“Two individuals.”
“And you don't know which one to fall in love with?”
Raine nodded, lounging with arms extended along the back of the seat.
Mrs. Monteith looked at him in silence for a few moments, and then broke into rippling laughter.