Chapter 30

“A woman is always curious to know,” she said, “just what men think of women.” He smoked tranquilly, still watching a small cloud sliding past in the velvety trade wind. “It’s probably no more definite than what a man thinks of war and peace, if he has tried both,” he said. “It’s a large subject and his thought is likely to depend at any moment on the way he is feeling when you invite him to think, and on the part of the subject he is looking at.” He rolled over on one elbow to get another cigarette and smiled at h…