There was a little silence. They were nearing the mountains again, and both raised their eyes to the peaks deeply shadowed in Tyrian purple.
"I know how you feel, I think," the Major went on, "but the best thing to do is to forget it. I'm sorry Ramsey fought. To walk into a gang of rough men like that is foolish and dangerous too, for the ruffian is generally the best man physically, I'm sorry to say."
"It was brave, though, don't you think so?" she asked.
He looked at her quickly.
"Oh, yes; it was brave and very youthful."
She smiled a little for the first time.
"I guess I like youth."
"In that case I'll have to promote him for it," he said with a smile that made her look away toward the mountains again.
V.
Saulisbury took a sudden turn to friendliness, and defended the action when the Major related the story that night at the dinner table, as they were seated over their coffee and cigars. He was dining with the Saulisburys.