"Oh, how human. I like you for that?"
"Do you?"
"Yes, I do."
"And for that alone?"
"Oh, no, I like you for that and for a good many other things. I think I could have lots of fun with you."
"Fun with me?" The preacher was thinking of a summer evening in Aldine Square, the music of the fountain, the sweetness of the flowers.
"Ah, ha. There's something about you that makes me feel like a little girl. And I dreamed that you took me by the hand and led me along."
"Agnes, let me lead you."
She slid off the corner of the table and stood with her hands flat together, like a delighted child, but suddenly she looked up with seriousness in her eyes. "But now you make me feel like a woman."
The Judge came in. Bradley spoke almost in a whisper. "But a woman might be led by a man." And then to the Judge he remarked, striving to hide his annoyance at the interruption: "I see you have recovered your property."