“The tone of thought,” he threw in, “that suits you best, I suppose?”

She looked at him as if she had been blowing soap-bubbles and he had thrown his stick at one of them.

“I’m afraid I’m hopeless at expressing myself,” she said. “I don’t think I regard philosophy in the light of ‘truth’ at all.”

“How do you regard it then?”

Christie Malakite sighed. “There are so many of them!” she murmured irrelevantly.

“So many?”

“So many truths. But don’t tease yourself trying to follow my awkward ways of putting things, Mr. Solent.”

“I’m following you with the greatest interest,” said Wolf.