"Haven't you a very pretty girl in the house who is constantly under his eye?"
Still Ann did not betray understanding.
"Don't you think," asked Everett slowly, "that he might have fallen in love with—this little Fledra?"
An angry sparkle gleamed in Ann's eyes.
"Don't be stupid, Everett. Why, she's only a child. It would be awful! Horace has some sense of the fitness of things."
Everett thought of the evening he himself had succumbed to a desire to kiss Flea.
"No man has that," he smiled, "when he is attracted toward a pretty woman."
"But she isn't even grown up."
How little one woman understands another! In his eyes Fledra had matured; for his masculinity had sought and found the natural opposite forces of her sex. These thoughts he modified and voiced.
"Not quite from your standpoint, Ann; but possibly from Horace's."