"It will be a good opportunity to get your advice."
The Boy did not answer; but when we sat at table, and had talked for a while of indifferent things, he said abruptly: "What were you going to ask me?"
"Your advice as to whether it would be well to fall in love with the little Contessa."
"Has she money?"
"Hang it all, do you think I'm the kind of man to want a woman for her money?"
"I've known you about six days."
"Don't hedge. Can't six days tell you as much as six years—such six days as we've had?"
"Yes. It's true. I would stake a good deal that you're not that kind of man. I don't know why I said it. Something hateful made me. The Contessa is very pretty. Could you—fall in love with her?"
"It would be an interesting experiment to try."
"If you think so, you must already have begun."