She took a cigarette and lighted it—and passed it to me; then lighted another for herself.
"What was it you asked about that note?" she said, and gave me one of those subduing smiles.
I dropped my hand below the table and found her fingers. "You meant it, Dehra; truly?" I asked.
Sue released her fingers and placed both hands on the cloth. "Of course I meant it—when I wrote it," she said.
"That's quite as much as I've any right to expect," I answered.
"That's the proper frame of mind, cousin," said she.
"And the sort you prefer in your admirers?"
She raised her eyebrows—"In my relatives—undoubtedly."
"Come," said I, "we must not quarrel."
"It would be the regular thing; I fight with all my relatives."