“You shall never be anything else.”
“True, but I may be more.”
“Hardly.”
“Why do you say ‘hardly’?”
“You are not the sort of person—now, for instance——”
“Yes?” he questioned slowly, turning around and looking into her face.
“Well, for instance, you are hardly a hero.”
“Are heroes the style?” he asked pitifully. This made her laugh even harder.
“Not in your family, I take it.”
He nodded. “Yes, that’s true—we were always quiet people. You do not like quiet people?”