"That's queer," he went on, "because I'd got the same impression about you."
It was Drusilla's turn to be aghast. She was a little surprised at not being offended, too.
"What made you think that?" she managed to ask, after getting command of herself.
"What makes one think anything? However," he conceded, "I dare say I'm wrong."
"That's a very good conclusion to come to. I advise you to keep to it."
"I will if you'll do the same about me."
She seized the opening to carry the attack back in his direction.
"I can't make a bargain of that kind, Peter. The scientific mind bases its conclusions on—observed phenomena."
"Which I guess is the reason why the scientific mind is so often wrong. I've had a good deal to do with it in the copper-mine business. It's always barking up the wrong tree. I've often heard it said that the clever scientist is generally a poor reasoner."
"Well, perhaps he is. But I wasn't reasoning. I was merely going by instinct when I thought you might have a special motive for helping Cousin Henry. If you had, you know, it wouldn't be any harm."