"Very," he assented, looking so searchingly at her that she found herself beginning to blush. The arrival of the wine made a diversion.
"Oh," said Katharine, "I am quite sure I can't drink any champagne."
"If you had not been so occupied in firing off epigrams, you might have had some choice in the matter. As it is, you have got to do as you are told."
He filled her glass, and she felt that it was very pleasant to do as she was told by him; and her eyes glistened as they met his over the brimming glasses.
"I am so happy to-day," she felt obliged to tell him.
"That's right. Because it is the first day of the holidays?"
"Because you are so nice to me, I think," she replied softly; and then was afraid lest she had said too much. But he nodded, and seemed to understand; and she dropped her eyes suddenly and began crumbling her bread.
"What makes you so nice to me, I wonder," she continued in the same tone. This time he became matter-of-fact.
"The natural order of the universe, I suppose. Man was created to look after woman, and woman to look after man; don't you think so?"
She understood him well enough, by now, to know when to take her tone from him.