"No, I am not in love with her, but I am naturally interested in her. I believe she has sense."
"Rather too pretty for that."
"No, she is handsome, but pretty is not the word. I'll warrant you she can run like a deer."
"You are gone," said Warren.
"No, I am simply an admirer. But admiration may be the crumbling bank overlooking the river. I may fall," he added, with a laugh.
"Don't. She has been taught to despise a real man. Let the other side of the house have the trouble."
"Yes," said Lyman. "It is better to be under the heel of the express company than under the heel of love."
"Don't say that," Warren objected, with a rueful shake of his head. "Some things are too serious to be joked over. It is all right to make light of love, for that is a light thing, but an express company is heavy. You are restless."
Lyman had got up and begun to walk about the room. "Yes, the bright day calls on me to come out."
"Isn't it the memory of a bright face that calls on you?"