She said: "I'm afraid not. It's not quite so easy. You see, we weren't married in this country." She looked at me. She smiled.
I gave up. I realised for once in my life I was up against something that was very tough, very clever— -just as tough, just as clever, as I was. Maybe more clever than I was.
I said: "You're not drinking your whisky."
She picked up the glass, drank a little. She looked at me over the rim. She said:
"I must go in a minute. It's been very nice meeting you."
I said: "That's kind of you, Janine."
She said slowly: "No. I like your type. You're rather forthright. You can be very rude. You know that you're quite an attractive man. You know you're quite clever. You know you're awfully tough. I'm rather suspicious of you and I don't think I trust you a great deal, but
