“Our talisman.”
“Oh, I wasn’t thinking of us.”
“Think now.”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, I know what mine is.”
“You won’t tell me, I suppose.”
“Why not?” She spoke lightly, even a little teasingly. “It’s a sort of rough diamond, my talisman. Or”—her sunny look flashed in his face—“perhaps it’s adamant. Which is the most unyielding?” Then, with sudden gravity, “It’s a wonderful thing, the trust you make people feel. Nothing can shake it.”
“I thought we were talking about talismans.”
“It makes every difficult thing seem easy. And it makes every dangerous thing seem safe.”
“Well, it’s the very last effect I intend to produce!”