“Oh, I’m a true woman right enough. I like a man to have a spice of the devil in him; and I like playing with fire; and I love getting into mischief.”
“Capital!... you and I must be friends. I’m beginning to think it was a lucky mishap for me at all events.”
“I haven’t finished my qualifications yet. You may change your mind. I like all those sort of things, but at the same time I like the big things as well. Also I’m told I’m most annoyingly practical, and most irritatingly capable of taking care of myself, and never getting burnt, so to speak.”
“Who told you that?”
“I think it was some one at the office.”
“What office?”
She mentioned the name of one of the leading London papers.
“Oh, you’re a working young lady, are you?” He asked the question with a new note in his voice, though it would have been difficult to tell just how the information struck him.
Hal gave another laugh.
“A working young lady! How awful! I shall not be friends with you if you call me anything so dreadful as that.”