She sat still, looking at him.
"I know your type now," she said suddenly. "You live in your little groove, and you think that nothing happens in the world except what you see under your nose."
"Something awfully unpleasant is going to happen under my nose right now," announced her companion, disconsolately. "Come along, please. It's time to start."
She stood up, faced him for a second, and then dropped back into her chair with a gesture of finality. Her expression had changed back to the lethargy of her first moments in the restaurant.
"Very well," she said. "Have it your way." She added significantly, "This may be the last time you have your way about anything!"
"You have a depressing outlook," grumbled Laurie, contentedly sitting down again. "It isn't playing the game to spoil my triumph with such predictions as that, especially as I'm going to have my way about a lot of things right now. I have your word," he added.
"Yes."
"Good! Now I'll give you my program. First of all, I'm going to be a brother to you; and I don't think," he ended thoughtfully, "that I've ever offered to be a brother to any girl before."
"You're a nice boy," she said abruptly.
He smiled at her.