"Plural," agreed Joan. "I knew then that the idol had clay feet."
Brian groaned.
"Haven't you?"
"Yes," he said. "And a clay head. But I was never an idol."
"Oh, yes you were!" said Joan. "When you gave up your trip abroad to help Don, you became to me a wonderful sort of—of selfless young god—"
"Joan!" He stared at her in panic.
"Truly. And I'd rather have you human. I always thought of you with thankful worship—"
"I approve the attitude," said Brian mischievously. "Please state when and why discontinued."
"The minute I met you."
"Phew! That I consider unnecessarily heartless candor. Did you ever hear of tempering the wind to the shorn lamb?"