“A demi-vierge !” replied Connie vaguely. “Why? Why not?”
“Unless you like it, of course!” said her father hastily. To Clifford he said the same, when the two men were alone: “I’m afraid it doesn’t quite suit Connie to be a demi-vierge .”
“A half-virgin!” replied Clifford, translating the phrase to be sure of it.
He thought for a moment, then flushed very red. He was angry and offended.
“In what way doesn’t it suit her?” he asked stiffly.
“She’s getting thin … angular. It’s not her style. She’s not the pilchard sort of little slip of a girl, she’s a bonny Scotch trout.”
“Without the spots, of course!” said Clifford.
He wanted to say something later to Connie about the demi-vierge business … the half-virgin state of her affairs. But he could not bring himself to do it. He was at once too intimate with her and not intimate