'Dear lady,' I said, 'I have no general ideas about him at all. He is just one of the phenomena I am going to observe. He seems to me a very fine young man. However,' I added, 'since you have mentioned last night I will admit that I thought he rather tantalised you. He played with your suspense.'
'Why, he came at the last just to please me,' said Mrs. Nettlepoint.
I was silent a moment. 'Are you sure it was for your sake?'
'Ah, perhaps it was for yours!'
'When he went out on the balcony with that girl perhaps she asked him to come,' I continued.
'Perhaps she did. But why should he do everything she asks him?'
'I don't know yet, but perhaps I shall know later. Not that he will tell me—for he will never tell me anything: he is not one of those who tell.'
'If she didn't ask him, what you say is a great wrong to her,' said Mrs. Nettlepoint.
'Yes, if she didn't. But you say that to protect Jasper, not to protect her,' I continued, smiling.
'You are cold-blooded—it's uncanny!' my companion exclaimed.
'Ah, this is nothing yet! Wait a while—you'll see. At sea in general I'm awful—I pass the limits. If I have outraged her in thought I will jump overboard. There are ways of asking (a man doesn't need to tell a woman that) without the crude words.'
'I don't know what you suppose between them,' said Mrs. Nettlepoint.
'Nothing but what was visible on the surface. It transpired, as the newspapers say, that they were old friends.'
