“For days I’ve been trying to place you. You’re the British heroine!”
She thought for a moment to recall the physical attributes of this heroine.
“But I’m not red-headed!” she denied, indignantly.
“But it is! It is the most beautiful head of hair I ever laid eyes on.”
“And that is the beginning and the end of me,” she returned with a little catch in her voice.
The knowledge bore down upon her that her soul was thirsty for this kind of talk. She did not care whether he was in earnest or not.
“The beginning, but not the end of you. Your eyes are fine, too. They keep me wondering all the time what colour they really are.”
“That’s very nice of you.”
“And the way you carry yourself!” 62
“Good gracious!”