"A sense of?"
"Every woman in the room disapproves of you," he said. "In other words, you are in a state of splendid sex isolation, feminine sex that is."
"I don't mind," she laughed.
"On the other hand," continued Beresford, "the male sex is with you to a man. That merely aggravates the situation."
For some minutes they ate in silence.
"If I were at the evening of the ninth day of my only wonder" She paused to see if he understood.
"I think I follow you through the labyrinth," he smiled.
"I should be more excited," she concluded a little weakly.
"More excited than what?" he asked mystified.
"Than you are." Her eyes challenged him.
"Unless you immediately withdraw that remark," he said warningly, "I shall insist on your feeling my pulse."
"I withdraw," she added hastily. "I'm so glad I'm not a cow," she cried presently, as with a sigh she placed her knife and fork at the "all clear" angle.
"So am I," he said quietly.
"So are you!" she repeated with a puzzled expression.
"Glad that you are not a cow," he explained.
"Why?" she challenged.
"Well, you see," he said gravely, "I should only
