“Why should it? Not a bit! I look at Charlie May, and the rest of the men who have affairs.⁠ ⁠… No, I don’t envy them a bit! If fate sent me a woman I wanted, well and good. Since I don’t know any woman I want, and never see one⁠ ⁠… why, I presume I’m cold, and I really like some women very much.”

“Do you like me?”

“Very much! And you see there’s no question of kissing between us, is there?”

“None at all!” said Connie. “But oughtn’t there to be?”

“ Why , in God’s name? I like Clifford, but what would you say if I went and kissed him?”

“But isn’t there a difference?”