"You ought not to have jumped," she said, impulsively. "It was very dangerous."
"Pardon me; I have done it hundreds of times when I was a boy."
"Boys may do foolish things."
He smiled. "And men should not; but are dangerous things necessarily foolish?"
"Needlessly dangerous things are so, surely?"
"In that case, what becomes of courage?"
She paused, frankly surprised both at herself and him. How came it that he understood so quickly, that she followed him so clearly? Yet it was pleasant.
"Courage has nothing to do with the question."
His smile broadened. "Thanks. I began by saying so. The fact being that the jump is not dangerous."
"No one else jumps it," she persisted.