"But if you liked them, would you smoke?" he questioned eagerly.
"What a funny boy you are! What difference does it make what I do or don't do?"
"Would you smoke, if you liked to?" he still insisted.
She was very much amused.
"How can I tell what I'd do if I liked to when I don't like to?"
"Do you approve of them then—for women, I mean?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Just because I'd like to know what you think of such things—because you seem to me to be so calm, so sane in your point of view. You always impressed me that way—from the very first, even when you were making fun of me."
"Why do you think I'm sane?" she asked amusedly.
"Because there's no nonsense about you. There are a lot of things I'd like to talk to you about—things I don't quite understand—if you'd only let me see you."