"What?"
"The dare in your eyes this afternoon," I said boldly. "But for what I read there I should be out yonder riding through the night."
She laughed, yet not wholly at ease, the long lashes drooping over her eyes.
"Always the woman; what would you do without my sex to bear your mistakes?"
"But was this a mistake? Did I read altogether wrong?"
"Don't expect a confession from me, sir," demurely. "I have no memory of any promise."
"No, the barest suggestion was all your lips gave; it was the eyes that challenged."
"You must have dreamed; perhaps you recall the suggestion?"
"I took it to mean that you would not be altogether averse to meeting me again through the kindness of some mutual friend."