She laughed softly.
“Why, of course! Naturally!”
He moved a little uneasily.
“Do you think it at all possible?”
“What?”
“For a woman to have sentiment for me?”
A pretty rose-flush coloured her cheeks.
“When you are your best self, yes! Certainly!” she said with a quick frankness. “But when you are your worst self, no!”
He smiled,—he was amused.
“You can say that to every human being,” he averred. “I can say it to you! When you are on level ground, sweetly normal, you are a most engaging little lady—but when you are on your high horse—well, well! But after all, you seldom take a very long prance on that tall quadruped!”