the fact was, of course, that he had no charm. that was why he was not popular, and she had not been long in tching-yen before she discovered that he was not. she remained very vague about his work. it was enough for her to realise, and she did this quite distinctly, that to be the government bacteriologist was no great fry. he seemed to have no desire to discuss that part of his life with her. because she was willing to be interested in anything at first she had asked him about it. he put her off with a jest.

"it's very dull and technical," he said on another occasion. "and it's grossly underpaid."

he was very reserved. all she knew about his antecedents, his birth, his education, and his life before he met her, she had elicited by direct questioning. it was odd, the only thing that seemed to annoy him was a question; and when, in her natural curiosity, she fired a string of them at him, his answers became at every one more abrupt. she had the wit to see that he did not care to reply because he had anything to hide from her, but merely from a natural secretiveness. it bored him to talk about himself. it made him shy and uncomfortable. he did not know how to be open. he was fond of reading, but he read books which seemed to kitty very dull. if he was not busy with some scientific treatise he would read books about china or historical works. he never relaxed. she did not think he could. he was fond of games: he played tennis and bridge.

she wondered why he had ever fallen in love with her. she could not imagine any one less suited than herself to this restrained, cold and self-possessed man. and yet it was quite certain that he loved her madly. he would do anything in the world to please her. he was like wax in her hands. when she thought of one side he showed her, a side which only she had seen, she a little despised him. she wondered whether his sarcastic manner, with its contemptuous tolerance for so many persons and things she admired, was merely a façade to conceal a profound weakness. she supposed he was clever, every one seemed to think he was, but except very occasionally when he was with two or three people he liked and was in the mood, she had never found him entertaining. he did not precisely bore her, he left her indifferent.