"I dare say I’ll get over that in the course of time."
"Seriously," he said, "I don’t think I’ve ever seen finer eyes. Have you ever thought of going on the stage? And as far as I can judge, you have a beautiful figure. Of course I don’t know——”
"None of that now!" she cried, flushing angrily. "Get away from the back of my chair. I don’t want you hanging around me, anyway."
"You’re very hard," he said. "Very! Don’t you like me, Miss Angelica?"
"Not much."
"But why?"
"Go and look in the glass, grandpa," she answered.
He reddened.
"I suppose I do seem old—in your eyes," he said; "but after all, it’s only a question of how you feel; and I feel as young as you do. It takes a man of experience and maturity to appreciate a woman. Boys can’t understand, but a man of my age has learned how a woman likes to be treated."
"Well, he’s learned too late, then," said Angelica. "They’ll never give him a chance to show off what he knows."