"Are you pleased?" he asked.
"I'm simply charmed," she said. "It is too beautiful to be real."
"Ah," he said, "that's where you make a mistake. It is only beautiful enough to be real."
She looked at him.
"You are tired," he went on, without waiting for an answer. "I've brought you too far. Will you sit down?"
"Yes, I think so. I really am awfully strong, only I soon get tired."
"Exactly; one of the signs of great strength. Oh, come, don't get cross."
"I hate being laughed at; you're bad to me," she said pettishly.
Andrew was smitten to the heart. He began to think he'd been a brute.
He took off his coat, making no apology therefor. It did not occur to him that there was anything wrong in shirt sleeves. He spread it at the foot of a stump.