"There! I knew you'd say it."
"Well, I've held your hands dozens of times, haven't I? More than that, I've held you in my arms, and I've kissed your lips and your eyes and your hair. Isn't that encouragement?"
She smiled calmly and whimsically.
"Yes. Encouragement for me. I couldn't resist you."
"Your heart isn't a cinder at all," he growled, frowning. "It's a stone! How many other men have you treated like this?"
"None," she answered boldly. "I never treat two alike. I have too much imagination for that. There are always variations."
His voice was very bitter as he said: "You'll meet your match some day. I hope to God you will!"
"I've met him already," she returned. "He's the only man I care a straw about."
"Your husband?" he hazarded.
"Good Heavens! No! Poor Darling! He doesn't deserve the life I lead him. I'm charitable enough to wish him a better fate."