“Still I find something in her.”
“Indeed!”
“Not exactly childish, nor quite womanish.”
“What then?”
“I can’t exactly define. But you know what Mr. Melville and Mrs. Cameron call her as a pet name?”
“No.”
“Fairy! Fairies have no age; fairy is neither child nor woman.”
“Fairy. She is called fairy by those who know her best? Fairy!”
“And she believes in fairies.”
“Does she?—so do I. Pardon me, I must be off. The day after to-morrow,—six o’clock.”