But that's the impression the Japanese had made on this man.

It had affected his mind really." Jim watched Lilly, and smiled as if he were pleased.
"No--really--!" he said.
"Anyhow they're more demon than angel, I believe," said Lilly.
"Oh, no, Rawdon, but you always exaggerate," said Tanny.
"Maybe," said Lilly.
"I think Japanese are fascinating--fascinating--so quick, and such FORCE in them--" "Rather!--eh ?" said Jim, looking with a quick smile at Tanny.
"I think a Japanese lover would be marvellous," she laughed riskily.
"I s'd think he would," said Jim, screwing up his eyes.
"Do you hate the normal British as much as I do ?" she asked him.
"Hate them! Hate them!" he said, with an intimate grin.
"Their beastly virtue," said she.

"And I believe there's nobody more vicious underneath." "Nobody!" said Jim.
"But you're British yourself," said Lilly to Jim.
"No, I'm Irish.

Family's Irish--my mother was a Fitz-patrick." "Anyhow you live in England." "Because they won't let me go to Ireland." The talk drifted.

Jim finished up all the beer, and they prepared to go to bed.