"Mr. Bofinger preached to me about—economy," she said slowly.
"Well, well," he said, at loss for a comment. "And how do you like him now?"
"Max, I wish you'd tell me something?" she said earnestly, laying her hand on his shoulder. "Is he your lawyer? Does he have charge of anything for you?"
"No, no!" he said, shaking his head. "I look after my own business, thank you! Still, Bofinger is a good fellow; though you're set against him, aren't you?"
"I?" she said in surprise, "oh, I was—"
"Well?" he said fretfully.
"Why, this afternoon I liked him better. Why did you say he wasn't a lady's man? I should say just the opposite."
"Nonsense!" he said angrily. "So you like him?"
"Yes," she admitted thoughtfully. "Yes, I do. He's quite different when you talk to him, alone." She added pensively, "What funny eyes he has,—very handsome, don't you think?"
"What do you mean? What makes you say that?" Fargus said in great disturbance.