don't know what it is. You've been at home. And what's more, you've been
tied up because...because people think girls are safer if they're tied
up."

"_Men_ do!" flashed Jenny. "They like to have it all to themselves."

"Well, if you'd ever been on your own for days together, and thinking as
much about women as all young men do ..."

"I wonder if I should boast of it," Jenny said drily. "To a girl I was
pretending to love."

Keith let his arm drop from her waist. He withdrew it, and sighed. Then
he moved forward upon the settee, half rising, with his hands upon his
knees.

"Ah well, Jenny: perhaps I'd better be taking you ashore," he said in a
constrained, exasperated tone.

"You don't care if you break my heart," Jenny whispered. "It's all one
to you."

"That's simply not true.... But it's no good discussing it." He had lost
his temper, and was full of impatience. He sat frowning, disliking her,
with resentment and momentary aversion plainly to be seen in his
bearing.

"Just because I don't agree that it's mighty kind of you
to ... condescend!" Jenny was choking. "You thought I should jump
for joy because other women had had you. I don't know what sort of