"The best."
"What is it you find in me?"
"I don't know! You are you."
"I amuse you?"
"You do—and more."
"More! In what way more?" Max drew nearer.
"Oh, I don't know! You're as amusing and spirited and generous as any boy I've known, and yet you're different from any boy. You sometimes fit into my thoughts almost like a woman might!" He hesitated, and laughed at his own conceit.
Max, with an odd little movement of haste, drew away again.
"Do not say that, mon ami! Do not think it! I am your good comrade, that is all."
"Of course you are! Sorry if I hurt your pride."