So did I. But not before she did, and I was lost in wonderment.

I do not know how long it was until Myrrha woke, snapped on her bedside light, and said, “Good God, sweetie, it’s time you went home.” It was in that instant of sudden light that I saw her differently. I had not observed that her skin did not fit quite so tightly as it once had done, and there were some little puckers at the armpits and between the breasts. When she lay on her side her stomach hung down, slightly but perceptibly. And under the light of the lamp, which was so close, her hair had a metallic sheen. As she turned to kiss me, she drew one of her legs across mine, and it was like a rasp. I knew women shaved their legs, for I had seen Carol do it, but I did not know that this sandpaper effect was the result. I kissed her, but without making a big thing of it, dressed myself, and prepared to leave. What was I to say?

“Thanks for a wonderful evening, and everything,” I said.

“Bless you, darling,” said she, laughing. “Will you turn out the lights in the sitting-room as you go?” and with that she turned over, dragging most of the bed-clothes with her, and prepared to sleep again.

It was not a great distance back to the Ritz, and I walked through the snowy night, thinking deeply. So that was what sex was! I dropped into a little all-night place and had two bacon-and-egg sandwiches, two slices of their hot mince pie, and two cups of chocolate with whipped cream, for I found I was very hungry.

DR VON HALLER: When did you realize that this ceremony of initiation was arranged between your father and Mrs Martindale?

MYSELF: Father told me as we went back to Toronto in the train; but I didn’t realize it until I had a terrible row with Knopwood. What I mean is, Father didn’t say in so many words that it was an arranged thing, but I suppose he was proud of what he had done for me, and he gave some broad hints that I was too stupid to take. He said what a wonderful woman she was and what an accomplished amorist—that was a new word to me—and that if there were such a thing as a female swordsman, certainly Myrrha Martindale was one.

DR VON HALLER: How did he bring up the subject?

MYSELF: He remarked that I was looking very pleased with myself, and that I must have enjoyed my evening with Myrrha. Well, I knew that you aren’t supposed to blab about these things, and anyhow she was Father’s friend and perhaps he felt tenderly toward her and might be hurt if he discovered she had fallen for me so quickly. So I simply said I had, and he said she could teach me a great deal, and I said yes, she was very well read, and he laughed and said that she could teach me a good deal that wasn’t to be found in books. Things that would be very helpful to me with my little Jewish piece. I was shocked to hear Judy called a “piece” because it isn’t a word you use about anybody you love or respect, and I tried to set him right about Judy and how marvellous she was and what very nice people her family were. It was then he became serious about never marrying a girl you met when you were very young. “If you want fruit, take all you want, but don’t buy the tree,” he said. It hurt me to hear him talk that way when Judy was obviously in his mind, and then when he went on to talk about swordsmen I began to wonder for the first time if I knew everything there was to know about that word.