“And you ought not to make violent physical efforts?”

“Not often.”

She plodded on in an angry silence.

“Did you hate Clifford?” she said at last.

“Hate him, no! I’ve met too many like him to upset myself hating him. I know beforehand I don’t care for his sort, and I let it go at that.”

“What is his sort?”

“Nay, you know better than I do. The sort of youngish gentleman a bit like a lady, and no balls.”

“What balls?”

“Balls! A man’s balls!”

She pondered this.