“Of course, you’ve said so——”
“No—not because I’ve said so, but because you think enough of me to believe it whether I’ve said so or not.”
“I had never thought you that sort of a girl,” he said slowly. “I’ve known you to flirt with other fellows, but I didn’t think you really cared enough about men to bother, least of all about me. That’s why I was a little surprised——”
“I couldn’t flirt with you—I didn’t feel that way. I don’t know why. I think because there was a dignity in our friendship—” she stopped again with a sharp sigh. “Oh, what’s the use? I’m not like other girls—that’s all. I can’t make you understand.”
“I hope I—understand——”
“I’m sorry, Phil, about what happened to-night.”
She stopped, leaned back in her corner and, with one of her curious transitions, began laughing softly.
“It was such a wonderful opportunity—and you were so blissfully ignorant! Oh, Phil, and you did look such a fool!”
“Oh, did I?”
“I’m sorry. But I’d probably do it again—if I might—to-morrow. Jane Loring is so prim, so self-satisfied——”