The Keeper of the Bridge, Chapter 3

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌⁠At thirty-one Lovat met people with ease, for they meant little to him, men or women. Men, outside his own profession, were mere figures to him. They did n't count. He spoke to them in the chit-chat of the day, and when they mentioned architecture, he changed the subject deftly. The alembication of engineering and art they could n't understand, so why talk of it? Women he didn't mind so much. They