There was something wistful in the question, and not a little humble, that induced him to say with fervor, "I'm very sure of it."
"And you?" she asked. "Is it the right way for you?"
"Yes; and it's the first time I've ever struck it."
She shook her head slowly. "I don't know. I'm a little bewildered. This morning everything seemed so clear, and now—I understand," she went on, "that we shall be taking all you have."
"Who told you that?" he asked, sharply.
"It doesn't matter who told me; but it's very important if we are. Are we?"
He threw his head back in a way that, notwithstanding her preoccupation, she could not but admire. "No; because I've still got my credit. When a man has that—"
"But you'll have to begin all over again, sha'n't you?"
"Only as a man who has won one battle begins all over again when he fights another. It's nothing but fun when you're fond of war."
"Didn't I do something very rude to you—once—a long time ago?"