"Yes to that also," he responded.
"Any one might love her," she went on, in the same tone. "Any one."
"I should think so," he replied, quietly.
"I do not see how it would be possible," she added, "for any one—who was thrown with her—to resist her—unless it was some one like you."
She turned a faint smile upon him.
"I am glad," she said, "that you are not susceptible."
"So am I," he said, with some dryness.
"If you were susceptible you would go too," she ended. "And I don't want every one to leave me."
"Every one?" he repeated.
She rose as if to go, giving a light touch to the folds of her dress, and still smiling a little.