"There's nothing discouraging in that," said he. "Lack of experience can be remedied. But not lack of judgment. It takes the great gift of judgment to enable one to profit by mistakes, to decide what is the real lesson of an experience."
"I'm afraid I haven't any judgment, either," confessed she.
"That remains to be seen."
She hesitated—ventured: "What do you think is my worst fault?"
He shook his head laughingly. "We are going to have a happy supper."
"Do you think I am very vain?" persisted she.
"Who's been telling you so?"
"Mr. Tetlow. He gave me an awful talking to, just before I—" She paused at the edge of the forbidden ground. "He didn't spare me," she went on. "He said I was a vain, self-centered little fool."
"And what did you say?"
"I was very angry. I told him he had no right to accuse me of that. I reminded him that he had never heard me say a word about myself."