"It looks as if I'm more confiding than you."
Grahame, studying her face, suspected disappointed curiosity and a touch of pique.
"Your confidence is yours, to give or withhold as you think best. Mine, however, belongs to others."
"Then there are a number of people in the plot!"
Grahame laughed.
"If it's any comfort for you to know, when you came to our rescue that night in Havana you helped a man who has made many sacrifices for a good cause."
"As you're too modest to mean yourself, you must be speaking of the gentleman with the pretty daughter."
"Yes, Doña Blanca is pretty; but I prefer the Anglo-Saxon type. There's a charm in tropical languor, but one misses the bracing keenness of the North." He quoted with a smile,
"Oh, dark and true and tender——"
"We may be true; one likes to think so. But I'm not sure that tenderness is a characteristic of ours."