"Aren't you going to bathe? How come you don't have a smell? How did you shave your beard?" Cecilia fired off three questions in a row.
"There are pools of water all over the place here. You think I can't go down and wash up? I naturally have fewer sweat glands, so if I don't sweat, I don't smell. As for my beard, I went into town today and had a barber shave it," Titus Shaw explained patiently, his voice tinged with bitterness. "Cecilia, you shouldn't doubt me like this."
Titus Shaw's explanation was watertight.
Cecilia was left speechless for a moment. After a pause, she said, "I'm sorry."
"I'm the one who should be sorry for you," Titus Shaw said, not at all angry with her. "Shall we head down the mountain first?" 'A man and a woman alone like that... they're definitely up to no good.'
He and Cecilia both had hearing far superior to that of an ordinary person.
'How awkward would it be if they both heard something they weren't supposed to?'
