“The beads?”
“I am quite confident he knows where they are.” 135
“Are they so precious? What makes them precious?”
“I have told you—they are love beads.”
“That’s rank nonsense! I’m no child!”
“Isn’t love rank nonsense?” Cleigh countered. He was something of a banterer himself.
“Have you never loved anybody?” she shot back at him.
A shadow passed over the man’s face, clearing the ironic expression.
“Perhaps I loved not wisely but too well.”
“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean——”