“Yes. And is ambitious enough to prefer men to frogs upon occasion.”
He laughed, and the conversation changed to general topics.
CHAPTER XXV
THE GOLDEN PRIEST
That night when she and the frog were alone together, Rosalie began the conversation by saying:
“What do you think of Mr. Barringcourt?”
“I like him,” said the frog, quite shortly.
“What has prepossessed you?”
“Nothing particularly. But I like him. I’m sorry you were so rude to him.”
Rosalie flushed. The tone was almost grave enough for a rebuke.
“I? Rude? Oh, Brightcoat, how can you say so? I always try to be polite to him, and it always ends in failure. It is he who is rude to me.”