"Oh, yes, a king," he answered with a laugh.
Mrs. Dennison looked round. He did not stop laughing, and presently she laughed just a little herself.
"Oh, of course, it's always that in a woman, isn't it?" she asked sarcastically.
"Generally," he answered, unashamed.
She grew grave, and looked in his face almost—so it seemed to him—as though she sought there an answer to something that puzzled her. He gave her none. She sighed and drummed on the window again; then she turned to him with a sudden bright smile.
"I don't care; I'm glad I did it," she said defiantly.