"Thanks. Best man you ever met?"
Another nod, and more colour in his cheeks.
"Good enough to be introduced to your sister?"
"Good enough—even for that."
"What if I should fall in love with her?"
The Boy straightened his shoulders, after a slight start of surprise, and seemed to pull himself together. For a moment he was silent, as we walked on under the close-growing plane trees which lined the long, straight road to the Grand Port. Then at last he said, "You wouldn't."
"How can you tell that?"
"Because—she isn't—your style."
"You don't know my 'style' of girl."
"Oh, yes, I do. Don't you remember a talk we had, the first day we were friends? We told each other a lot of things. I can see that girl; the girl who—who––"