"He thought I was pretty—"
"So you are—"
"He thought that I liked to be noticed—"
"Well, and you do—"
"Of course. But it never struck you."
"No—fool that I was."
"I love you for your foolishness."
"Yes, but you didn't."
"No," she said quickly. "No! because you wouldn't allow it. You must let women love before you can expect them to be meek."
He laughed. "Do you intend to be meek?"