“A Girl doesn’t like a man less because he respects her; nor more because he ridicules better men than himself.”
“Don’t be angry. I’m only saying what’s true. Why should I want to run him down?”
“I suppose—well, I suppose because——”
“Well?”
“You’re a little bit—but I don’t think I ought to talk about it.”
“Jealous, you were going to say.”
“Was I?”
“And that shows you know what I mean.”
“Well, by now I suppose I do. I can’t help your doing it or I would.”
Charlie moved closer, and leaning forward till his face was only a yard from hers, while his hand, sliding along the back of the seat, almost touched her, said in a low voice, “Are you sure you would?”