"No—I met him on the Churchville road—while I was taking my early morning walk."
"Had he the effrontery to address you?"
"Very respectfully and very courteously—I did not resent it in the least.—You see," as he looked at her doubtfully, "I myself was trying something, Montague."
"Trying to put salt on the tiger's tail?" he smiled.
"After a fashion. I was reconnoitering—trying to find out his weak points."
"Did you succeed?"
"A little—he is like all men—fond of a pretty woman and—her figure."
"Which you might very readily have inferred," Pendleton remarked.
"No," said she. "Some men with his characteristics are totally indifferent to women. I found out also that he is sensitive about his personal appearance—he wants to look and act a gentleman—and that he will do much to be received by our set."
"Do you consider such weakness very vulnerable?" he asked, amused.