“It isn’t necessary,” he said. “I can set myself afire under any circumstances.”
He lit a cigarette.
“Is he English?” he couldn’t help asking then.
“Yes,” she said; “I like the English.”
“You appear to like everything to-day.” He did not intend to seem bitter, but he did it unintentionally.
(Confounded luck some fellows have.)
“I do. I’m very well content to-day.”
He was silent, thinking.
“Well,” she queried, after a while.
He pulled himself together with an effort.