Chapter XVIII
On the next afternoon Allerton reported to Miss Walbrook the success of his first educational evening.
“She’s very intelligent, very. You’d really be pleased with her, Barbe. Her mind is so starved that it absorbs everything you say to her, as a dry soil will drink up rain.”
Regarding him with the mysterious Egyptian expression which had at times suggested the reincarnation of some ancient spirit Barbara maintained the stillness which had come upon her on the previous day. “That must be very satisfactory to you, Rash.”
He agreed the more enthusiastically because of believing her at one with him in this endeavor. “You bet! The whole thing is going to work out. She’ll pick up our point of view as if she was born to it.”
“And you’re not afraid of her picking up anything else?”
“Anything else of what kind?”
“She might fall in love with you, mightn’t she?”
“With me? Nonsense! No one would fall in love with me who––”
Her mysterious Egyptian smile came and went. “You can stop there, Rash. It’s no use being more uncomplimentary than you need to be. And then, too, you might fall in love with her.”