It's infernal to have everything else under the sun and yet to lack the one thing--the one essential--the one woman." He sat down again, abruptly thoughtful.

Conyers smoked silently, with his face in the shadow.
Suddenly Hugh looked across at him.
"You think I'm too much of an infant to understand," he said.

"I'm nearly thirty, but that's a detail." "I'm forty-five," said Conyers.
"Well, well!" Hugh frowned impatiently.

"It's a detail, as I said before.

Who cares for a year more or less ?" "Which means," observed Conyers, with his dry smile, "that the one woman is older than you are." "She is," Palliser admitted recklessly.