“Really, Mr. Freeman, I hardly thought—you have always seemed to care so little about anything—I didn’t suspect you of so much sentiment.”
“I am like other men,” he returned, with a sigh. “My affections are not given indiscriminately; but when they are given,—you understand,—I——”
“Oh, I understand: pray don’t think it necessary to explain. I’m sure I’m very far from wishing to listen to confidences about another,—to——”
“Yes, but I like to talk about it,” interposed Freeman, earnestly. “I haven’t had a chance to open my heart, you know, for at least six months. And though you and I haven’t known each other long, I believe you to be capable of appreciating what a man feels when he is on his way to meet some one who——”
“Thank you! You are most considerate! But I shall be additionally obliged if you would tell me in what respect I can have so far forgotten myself as to lead you to think me likely to appreciate anything of the kind. I assure you, Mr. Freeman, I have never cared for any one; and nothing I have seen since I left home makes it probable that I shall begin now.”
“I am sorry to hear that,” said Freeman, slowly drawing another cigarette out of his bundle, and beginning to re-roll it with a dejected air.
“Indeed!”
“Yes: the fact is, I had hoped that you had begun to have a little friendly feeling for me. I am more than ready to reciprocate.”
“I hope you will spare me any insults, sir. I have no one to protect me, but——”
“I assure you, I mean no insult. You cannot help knowing that I think you as beautiful and fascinating a woman as I have ever met; but of course you can’t help being beautiful and fascinating. Do I insult you by having eyes? If so, I am sorry, but you will have to make the best of it.”