'It takes two to make an accident.' 'Suppose you meet somebody as careless as yourself.' 'I hope I never will', she answered. 'I hate careless people. That`s why I like you.' Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home.