"I'm sorry I'm just out of blushes," she said, rallying swiftly, "but I'm as delighted as if I had as pretty a one as yours. Did you really want to see me?"
"I've been wanting to see you for some time."
"Why?"
"I've been thinking about you."
"Think of your wasting your time on me! Why, any one with your brains could think me to a finish in five minutes."
"I wanted to tell you something."
"I hope it's something sacred," said Fancy with a twinkle in her eyes. "I love to have people tell me their most sacred thoughts." She smiled like a spoiled child.
This was too much for Clytie, who laughed aloud. But she persisted. "I hope you won't think I'm trying to patronize you—"
"You look awfully pretty when you're patronizing; I don't mind it a bit."
"I'm afraid it's no use, you're incorrigible."