"People find love so, sometimes."
She slowly shook her head. "Not all of them," she said softly. "I am old-fashioned enough not to believe that." Her brown eyes were wistful and a little troubled, and her voice was so adorable that he could have gone on his knees to her.
"We will ask Ben-ten about it," he said.
"Oh, but not 'we!'" she cried. "I must go alone. Don't you know the legend? People quarrel if they go together."
"I can't imagine quarreling with you. I'd rather quarrel with myself."
"That would be difficult, wouldn't it?"
"Not in some of my moods. Ask my head-boy. to-day, for instance—"
"Well?" For he had paused.
"I was meditating self-destruction when I met you."
"By what interesting method, I wonder?"