The girl laughed merrily.
"In that case," she said, "we ought to know each other, shouldn't we?"
"If we began by thinking so well of each other," returned Waymark, smiling, "we should not improbably suffer a grievous disappointment before long."
"Well, you might. You have to take my generosity on trust, but I have proof of yours."
"You're an original sort of girl," said Waymark, throwing away the end of his cigar. "Do you talk to everybody in this way?"
"Pooh, of course not. I shouldn't be worth much if I couldn't suit my conversation to the man I want to make a fool of. Would you rather have me talk in the usual way? Shall I say—"
"I had rather not."
"Well, I knew that."
"And how?"
"Well, you don't wear a veil, if I do."