"How do you know? I may not be at all the kind of person you think I am."
"I'll take a chance on that—but I wish you'd tell me what made you want me."
"I was bored. I usually am. The Bent parties are so formal and tiresome. Everybody always says the same things—does the same things." She sighed deeply. "If Cousin Cornelius saw me now I'd be in disgrace. I wonder why I always like to do the things people don't expect me to."
"You wouldn't be much of a woman if you didn't," he laughed. "But I like surprises. There wouldn't be much in life if you knew what was going to happen every minute."
"You didn't think I was going to happen then?"
"Er—no. Maybe I hoped so."
"Well," she smiled, "I have happened. What are you going to do about it?"
"Be thankful—mostly. You seem sort of human, somehow. You do what you want to—say what you want——"
"And if I don't get what I want, ask for it," she laughed. "I told Gladys it was very inconsiderate of her not to send you in to dinner with me. She's always doing that sort of thing. Gladys lacks a sense of proportion. As it is, the evening is almost gone, and we've only begun."
"I feel as if I'd known you for years," said Jeff heartily. "That's funny, too," he added, "because you're so different from any other woman I've ever known. You look as if you might have come from a book—but you speak out like Mesa City."