Did you see him this morning? Have you fainted at his feet yet? Has he relented in the matter of umbrellas? I’m sure he can’t have passed the whole week without some act of grumpiness.”
Nina leaned back and looked through half-shut eyes at the model’s beautiful form and stupid face.
“I went down in the same carriage with him on Thursday,” she said slowly.
“You did? Did he rush into the third class, where angels like himself ought to fear to tread?”
“There was a fog. Thirds all full, and seconds too. The guard bundled us both in, and the train started—and it took three or four hours to get down.”
“Any one else in the carriage?”
“Not so much as a mouse.”
“What did you do?”
“Do? What could I do? We sat in opposite corners as far as we could get from each other, exchanging occasional glances of mutual detestation for about an hour and a half. He knocked me down and walked on me once, and took his hat off very politely and beg-pardoningly, but he never said a word. He didn’t even say he thought I
