"Many sufferers are happy." (His glance rested for a second upon me.) "And as for the sinners—well, surely they wouldn't sin if they didn't enjoy it?"
"I do not agree with your philosophy."
"Madam, I am open to argument."
"The room is too warm for discussion."
"It is pleasant in the garden, and there are some late roses. Will you come?"
Nanty hesitated.
He held out his arm.
"The sunshine is inviting."
"Perhaps it is," she admitted; and laying a beautifully-gloved hand lightly upon his arm, she went out with him.
Dimbie came in and found me smiling.