“Sprained it. It amounts to the same thing in the end.”
“Was it long ago?”
“Three weeks. Sometimes three weeks become infinite.”
“Was it so painful?”
“Yes, especially to my pride. It’s so babyish to be ill.”
“But you weren’t babyish at all,” Nancy protested courteously.
Barth stared blankly at her for a minute. Then he laughed.
“You flatter me. Still, it’s not well to take too much on trust, Miss Howard. But I am glad if I’ve gained any reputation for pluck.”
Nancy interposed hastily.
“How did it happen?”