'River goddess,' I said at last. 'Merchant prince.' 'Do you love me?' 'Yes, to distraction. Do you love me?' 'Yes, infinitely.' 'Not infinitely,' said Georgie. 'Let us be exact. Your love is a great but finite quantity.' We both knew what she referred to, but there were some topics which it was profitless to discuss, and this we both knew also. There was no question of my leaving my wife. 'Do you want me to put my hand in the fire?' I said. Georgie still kept my gaze. At such moments her intelligence and her lucidity made her beauty ring like a silver coin. Then with a quick movement she turned about and laid her head upon my feet, prostrating herself before me. As I briefly contemplated her homage I reflected that there was no one in the world at whose feet I would myself have lain in such an attitude of abandonment. Then I knelt down and gathered her into my arms. A little later when we had finished for the moment with kissing each other and had lit cigarettes, Georgie said, 'She knows your brother.' 'Who knows my brother?' 'Honor Klein.' 'Are you still on about her? Yes, I believe so. They met on some committee at the time of the Mexican Art Exhibition.' 'When am I going to meet your brother?' said Georgie. 'Never, as far as I'm concerned!' 'You said you always used to pass your girls on to him, because he couldn't get any of his own!' 'Maybe,' I said, 'but I'm certainly not going to pass you on!' Ever since I had made that injudicious remark my brother Alexander had become an object of romantic fantasy to my mistress. 'I want to meet him,' said Georgie, 'just because he's your brother. I adore siblings, having none of my own. Does he resemble you?'