“Of the great man in front?” she whispered.
Vassar’s jaw closed with decision.
“Far from it, I assure you!”
“You’re not afraid of an automobile?”
“You couldn’t be afraid of little me?” she asked demurely.
“Yesterday I would have said no with a very loud emphasis. I’m free to confess the more I’ve seen of you the more I dread your opposition—”
She laughed in his face with a deliberate provoking challenge.
“Now that’s unkind of you! I expected a much more gallant answer from a tall handsome apostle of romance and chivalry.”
“Perhaps I was afraid you’d laugh at me—”