Her sheath of ice had fallen from her.
"'You will please forgive my impertinence,' said she.

'I earn my living by it.

In a world of sentiment and passion I must be as cold and bloodless as a stone, but in fact, I am very--very human.' "The waiter came with a tray containing soup, glasses and a bottle of sherry.

We sat down at the table and our waiter filled two glasses with the sherry.
"'Thank you, but self-denial is another duty of mine,' she remarked when I offered her a glass of the wine.

'I live in a tipsy world and drink--water.