“I’ve quarrelled with Logan.”
She was silent for a moment or two, and then she said:—
“I’m so glad.”
“You didn’t like him. Why?”
“I thought him second-rate.”
“He isn’t that. He has a good mind, and he was a good friend.”
“Are you so sure of that?”
“Of some things in him—of his affection, for instance—I am as sure as I am of myself.”
She smiled at him.
“Yes. That is saying a good deal. But why did you quarrel?”