“And why?”

“I suppose I was just used up, that’s all.”

“Frightful!”

“I never had much of a voice — and the tobacco smoke — and the wine — I love wine.”

She gulped down her glass.

“And do you like your present occupation?”

“Why not? Am I not young? Am I not pretty?”

This she said not parrotwise, but with a simple coquettishness that was all her own.

On the way to the steamer a few moments later, Ernest asked, half-reproachfully: “Jack — and you really enjoyed this conversation?”