“It is written so clearly in your face.”
The girl laughed, well pleased. “You seem to have lost no time in studying my face.”
“It is a beautiful and interesting face,” observed the stranger.
She swung round sharply on the stool and their eyes met.
“You can read faces?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me, what else do you read in mine?”
“Frankness, courage—”
“Ah, yes, all the virtues. Perhaps. We will take them for granted.” It was odd how serious the girl had suddenly become. “Tell me the reverse side.”
“I see no reverse side,” replied the stranger. “I see but a fair girl, bursting into noble womanhood.”