"Yes, I know I'm a terribly up-and-down kind of chap," said he, miserably; "there's no happy medium about me."
"When you are good you are very good indeed, and when you are bad you are horrid! That's just what I like. I can't stand your always-the-same people. They bore me beyond words; they drill me through and through! Still, you were very good indeed this morning, you know. It is too absurd of you to give a second thought to a couple of tramps and their insolence!"
"I can't help it. I'm built that way. To think that I should have stood still to hear you insulted like that!"
"But you didn't stand still."
"Oh, yes, I did."
"Well, I wish you wouldn't bother about it. I wish you wouldn't bother about yourself."
"When I am bad I am horrid," he said, with a wry smile, "and that's now."
"No, I tell you I like it. I never know where I've got you. That's one reason why you're so interesting."
His face glowed, and he clasped her with his glance.