“Don’t ask so many questions, Mr. Wolf Solent. That’s your fault⁠—asking questions! That’s what’ll make me cross when we’re married, more than anything else.”

“But it’s such a queer expression⁠—‘She’s for no man.’ Does it mean she’s got lovers who aren’t human? Does it mean she’s got demon lovers?”

He spoke in a mocking, exaggerated manner, and his tone was irritating to his companion.

“Men think too much of themselves,” she replied laconically. “I like Christie very much and she likes me very much.”

This silenced Wolf; and they walked together in less harmony than at any previous moment in that afternoon.