"I think so—yes."
"Aren't you sure, then?"
"Quite sure—certainly."
"Then why don't you say so?"
"I thought you would take that for granted."
"A woman should take nothing for granted, sir."
"Then," said I, "supposing you begin."
"I've half a mind not to," she retorted, curling the tress of hair again, and then, suddenly: "What do you think of Charmian Brown?"
"I think of her as little as I can."
"Indeed, sir!"