He turned and smiled at her—fresh and blooming in her furs.
“No, my dear young lady. But thank you for suggesting it.”
“Is it very dangerous?”
“Very. But I think you ought to try it. It is a revelation. It is an epoch in your life. When I was a younger man I used to sneak away to an ice-hill where I was not known, and spend hours of the keenest enjoyment. Where is Paul?”
“He has just gone over there with Etta.”
“She refuses to go?”
“Yes,” answered Maggie.
Steinmetz looked down at his companion with his smile of quiet resignation.
“You tell me you are afraid of mice,” he said.
“I hate mice,” she replied. “Yes—I suppose I am afraid of them.”