Chapter 70

“Think.” “Did you?” “I didn’t think—I felt. Don’t be _maniérée_, my dear. We were just hard and greedy young people. I grant you now that one ought not to be like that. I suppose London makes one like that. It’s all wrong.” “Oh, yes, afterwards,” said she; “when you have had what you wanted. But there’s a difference.” “How?” “Between man and woman.” “But—is there? Wasn’t there anything in me——?” She gave him a malicious look. “Oh, that! Aren’t you rather a beast—to hint? Because one happens to be human.” Their soup…