“And what did you say? It must have been a bad quarter of an hour for you. Because you’d liked him a good deal, hadn’t you?”
“Yes, a lot. But”—she turned to me, smiling now—“it wasn’t bad at all, really.”
She gave a little laugh—a laugh with pleasant reminiscence in it.
“You were a cool hand for your age,” I ventured to observe.
“It was the way he did it,” she said. “Somehow I felt he was paying me a very high compliment.”
“Oh, I agree!” I laughed.
“And one I was glad to have. It must have been the way he did it. There are some people who abolish one’s moral scruples, aren’t there? He was very quiet generally, but he had a way of just moving those hands of his with a little waving gesture. And when he said that of course it wasn’t right——”
“Oh, he admitted that?”
“Yes, but that little wave of those hands seemed to wave right and wrong right out of the way.”
“Overboard?”