"All I know are, anyhow." He considered her ingenuous countenance-- "If it's not a delicate question--how many do you know?" said Roger softly. She looked at him, mildly surprised. "Hundreds! In books, that is." "Oh--books! I meant real life." "Surely a page of Shakespeare is more real than dozens of real people's lives." "Side issue! I'm not to be deflected. How many men do you know, in real life, well enough to discuss the suffrage with?" "I'm always kept at school the day the vicar comes to tea," she said suggestively. "Who else?" She saw his drift, but defended herself, smiling. "The assistants are most intelligent at the circulating library." "Who else?" "There were music masters at school. I didn't mean _you_ were unreasonable," she deprecated. He began to laugh, openly, mischievously, delighting in her discomfiture. "Anyhow, I know a lot about women," said Alwynne heatedly. He eyed her respectfully. "I'm sure you do. But we were talking of men. And on the whole--you make me a polite exception--as a result of your wide knowledge, your complicated experience of Us--as a class--you consider that we are unreasonable?" But he spoke into space. Alwynne had retired, pinkly, to a sofa and a novel. But he thought, as he settled to his own reading, that he heard a strangled chuckle. Alwynne, caught napping, always tickled Alwynne. Over the top of his book, he considered her bent head approvingly. He liked her sense of fun. It was not every girl who could appreciate the smut on her own nose ... quite a pretty nose too ... indeed the whole profile was unexceptionable.... He noticed how well the patch of sky and the slopes of Witch Hill framed it ... and her hair ... it regularly mopped up the sunlight! He felt that he wanted to take the great heavy rope and twist it like a wet cloth till the gold dropped out on to the floor in shining pools. He supposed she would be called a beautiful woman.... He had always looked upon a beautiful woman as an improbable possibility, like a millionaire or an archbishop--whom you might meet any day, but somehow never did.... Yet he was in the same house with one--and she his semi-demi cousin.... Yes--she was certainly beautiful.... Here Alwynne, who had not been entirely absorbed, looked up and caught his eye. Neither quite knew how to meet the other's unexpected scrutiny. Roger, less agile than Alwynne, stared solemnly until she looked away.