"Not much—but enough to know that he is dangerous," replied Stephanie, holding out one silken ankle and inspecting it critically.
"It seems to me you've made out very considerable. Is he too wild to be permitted with our tame animals?"
"He is pretty savage, Gladys, pretty savage. I don't know that I care to see him except in a crowd. To be perfectly candid, I'm afraid of him."
"Afraid of him!" her hostess marvelled. "Mercy upon us, what has happened? What did he do to-night in the few minutes you were alone—kiss you?"
Stephanie shook her head. "No—he didn't kiss me."
"Tried?"
"No—he didn't try—he didn't even so much as touch my gown, to my knowledge."
"Was it his talk?"
"Yes—and no. It was his manner, which was strictly proper and yet most indicative of what he was capable. I tell you, I am afraid of him!"