18 November 1912 – 24 November 1912

He: "Have a cigarette? I enjoy lighting your cigarettes." She: "I don't know how to smoke properly." He: "You smoke only as you could." She: "How's that?" H.: "Gracefully, of course." S.: "Do you think I like pretty things being said to me?" H.: "Why not, if they are true. Flattery is when you tell an ugly woman she is beautiful. Have you so poor an opinion of yourself to think all I say of you is flattery?" S.: "Yes. I am only four bare walls,--with nothing inside." H.: "What a deliciously empty feeling that must be. ... But I don't think you're so simple as all that. You bewilder me sometimes." S.: "Why?" H.: "I feel like Sindbad the Sailor." S.: "Why?" H.: "Because I'm not George Meredith." The title of "husband" frightens me.