"You have told him!"
"Certainly; and her too. I have known them both for years. What are you grinning at?"
"Your candor. What did he say?"
MacGregor scowled.
"Same old rot I'm always hearing," he grumbled. "Called me a woman-hater. What do you think?" challenging her abruptly. "You've seen me at close quarters for some time. Do I strike you as that sort of man? I want your unvarnished opinion."
Jean answered him with his own frankness.
"A woman-hater?" she repeated. "Never. I think you are"—she searched for the word—"a woman-idolater."
MacGregor grimly assured himself that no sarcasm was intended.
"Expound," he directed.
"I mean it seems to me you rate Woman so high that mere women can't realize your ideal."