"On general principles, no. And yet I have enjoyed yours very much this afternoon, you may be sure. I thank you for it, and—I am sorry that you are a 'man atom' of the great iniquity."
"I am sorry that you are sorry," he answered, and then the Thorn homestead rose in view.
"I never was so frightened in my life," Jean said, as they drove in front of the gate. "It seems that no one is safe from insult and injury in a land where liquor is a legalized drink. I never thought that I should fall a victim to it."
"Or be rescued by a liquor dealer."
"That is true," and Jean laughed merrily.
Then she thanked him again, and for half a minute he held her small, gloved hand in his, as he assisted her from the buggy.
"It is I who am grateful that Fate allowed me to be the knight." Then he lifted his hat gallantly, and Jean was gone, but her parting smile stayed with him.