“We’re very sensitive to—to rebuffs.”
“I suppose so. You were shot in a rebuff, weren’t you?” she said, politely.
His laugh rang out at that.
“Yes, but we’re not so sensitive to a rebuff from guns as we are to a rebuff from ladies.”
“No?”
“Have ye taken an unconquerable dislike to me, Miss Bryce?” he begged.
“I think you’re very—pleasant,” admitted Isabelle.
“Couldn’t ye take a lesson from me?”
“You think I’m unpleasant?”