“Do you think so?” queried Mauney, looking more deeply into her pretty, dark eyes.
“Well, if you don’t believe me, open your eyes and look at life!”
Mauney enjoyed her mild exasperation and determined to extract her viewpoint still further. There was as yet no sign of dinner, and the score of guests still kept up a monotonous buzz of conversation. He noticed Lorna talking with Mr. Nutbrown Hennigar, a lecturer in the history department.
“Don’t you think men are irrational beings, Miss MacDowell?” he said, turning his chair a little toward her.
“What difference does that make?”
“You might have more respect for them if they weren’t!”
“Respect men!” she laughed. “Why I think they’re just wonderful. I just love men. But, tell me, Mr. Bard, what are you taking at the university?”
“History.”
“Like it?”
“Yes, I do. What are you taking?”