This man understood--oh, he understood! Then why did he "hate her type of woman"?
Almost as though he had read her thoughts he pursued: "As a dancer, an artist--I acknowledge the Wielitzska to be supreme.

But as a woman----" "Yes?
As a woman?
Go on.

What do you know about me as a woman ?" He laughed disagreeably.
"I'd judge that in the making of you your soul got left out," he said drily.
Magda forced a smile.
"I'm afraid I'm very stupid.

Do you mind explaining ?" "Does it need explanation ?" "Oh--please!" "Then--one of my best pals was a man who loved you." Magda threw him a glance of veiled mockery from beneath her long white lids.
"Surely that should be a recommendation--something in my favour ?" His eyes hardened.
"If you had dealt honestly with him, it might have been.

But you drew him on, _made_ him care for you in spite of himself.