He imagined that he had come to a point where she was incapable of arousing in him any kind of sentiment or passion.
Presently she took up her furs and walked humming about the office as she adjusted them.
"I'd like to stay all day, but must be going," she said.

"Imo and I were wondering, by the way, if you could send us a man with some tar-paper to line our cabins." "Of course.

I'll send him after dinner.

And he can chop you some wood and bring your water." She stood for a little examining a blue-print tacked on the wall.
"That's like the one Mr.Gretzinger sometimes carries," she remarked.
"I suppose he'll be returning one of these days.

Not that it matters; he was tiresome at times, like Charlie Menocal." She studied the lines of the map attentively.