"That was the pleasurable
part of it I have been so, used to looking on at shows that bored
me, listening to conversations that wearied me, attempting
sensations which were repellent, that I just welcomed feeling,
when it came--feeling of any sort. I was excited. I forgot
everything else. I was so fascinated that I could not look away.
But if you ask me whether I liked it, and I have to answer
truthfully, I hated it! I felt nothing of the sort at the time,
but when I tried to sleep I found myself shivering. It was
justice, I know, but it was ugly."
She watched Sir Timothy, as she made her confession, a little
wistfully. He said nothing, but there was a very curious change
in his expression. He smiled at her in an altogether unfamiliar
way.
"I suppose," she said, appealing to him, "that you are very
disappointed in me?"
"On the contrary," he answered, "I am delighted."
"You mean that?" she asked incredulously.
"I do," he declared. "Companionship between our sexes is very
delightful so far as it goes, but the fundamental differences
between a man's outlook and tastes and a woman's should never be
bridged over. I myself do not wish to learn to knit. I do not
care for the womenkind in whom I am interested to appreciate and
understand fighting."
Margaret looked across the table in amazement.
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