"You darling!"
"And I'm not selfish in my 'vainness' either," she went on, "or narrow. I think you are very good looking too; much better looking than a frog, Reggie, much!"
"You silly child, what nonsense you are talking! You'll really make me horribly vain if you go on like this!" I said reprovingly. But I liked it, nevertheless.
"And a jolly good thing if I did! You aren't vain enough; it's the one flaw in your otherwise admirable character."
"It's much too soon for you to begin to find out your husband's faults, Fay; you oughtn't to have discovered one for at least six months. You'll make a terrible wife if you go on like this!"
"I'm not finding out my husband's faults: I'm only regretting that he doesn't possess one."
"He is all fault that hath no fault at all," I quoted.
"Oh, I didn't mean that you don't possess a fault at all, far from it; I mean you don't possess one particular fault, namely, vanity, and that it would be a jolly sight better for you if you did. You don't think half well enough of yourself, Reggie, you don't really, and it is such a pity. You've no idea how perfectly good and clever and altogether splendid you are."
"Then you ought to commend me for my humility instead of scolding me like this," I urged in self-defence.
Fay shook her curly head. "Humility is a thing which can very soon be overdone—especially in a case like yours."