"I'm glad of that. But about noses—"
"Of course I don't mind! I think yours, for instance, is aristocratic-looking. Nor do I mind little red beards or wavy brown hair or any of the other features of an amazing young man named Martinus Paduei. That's what you were getting at, wasn't it?"
Padway knew a great relief. This marvelous woman went out of her way to ease your difficulties! "As a matter of fact it was, princess."
"You needn't be so frightfully respectful, Martinus. Anybody would know you are a foreigner, the way you meticulously use all the proper titles and epithets."
Padway grinned. "I don't like to take chances, as you know. Well, you see, now, its this way. I—uh—was wondering—uh—if you don't dislike these—uh—characteristics, whether you couldn't learn to—uh-uh—"
"You don't by any chance mean love, do you?"
"Yes!" said Padway loudly.
"With practice I might."
"When!" said Padway mopping his forehead.
"I'd need teaching," said Mathaswentha. "I've lived a sheltered life, and know little of the world."