"So are you!" Another quick glance at him.
"How?"
"Nicer." How she drew the word out!
"Really?"
"Why, you're actually letting me go with Mrs. Page. You never would, before." She laughed in his face, but the ring sounded metallic.
"Oh, well—I didn't think you wanted to. I didn't think you and she would—get on."
"Oh, you'll see how we'll get on! Blanchard, you never suspected I had any spirit, I suppose?"
"Where did you get it?"
"Guess!"
He dared not; but appeared to take the credit to himself. He began actually to take fire. Clytie was a revelation in this tantalizing mood. Where had her classic reserves gone? What had inspired her? Now she was like other girls—most alluringly like those he had "educated." Perhaps, after all, women were all alike, as he had long maintained, in theory. All this was evident in his pursuit of her—but even now it was a cautious chase. He made sure of every foot of the way.