“With such a fiery little engine throbbing beside my laggard bulk, I shall probably be towed into all sorts of combats and come off victorious.”
They sat down side by side on the sofa. Katherine was a delightfully comfortable person; no change, but a pleasant development of relation seemed to have occurred.
“You won’t expect any flaming protestations, will you, Katherine,” said Peter; “I was never good at that sort of thing.”
“Did you never flame, then?”
“I fancy I flamed out in about two months—a long time ago; that is about the natural life of the feeling.”
“And you bring me ashes,” said Katherine, rallying him with her smile.
“You mustn’t tease me, Katherine,” said Peter. He found her very dear, and kissed her hand again.