"What a queer boy you are," she said, looking at him fixedly. "What on earth made you take to the aeroplane?"
"Why on earth did I take to the sky?" he laughed. "I did it to advertise my first production over here. It was the right goods, too, for every one talked about the actor-manager-air-man. When I found how exciting it was, I couldn't stop. That's all."
"You're odd creatures, you men," said Beatrice, musing. "I should have thought that managing theaters was exciting enough."
"Change of excitement—just like falling in love with a new sweetheart," he smiled.
"Ah! that sounds like a man! Tell me, Ashford, do all men run after every pretty face they see?"
"You want me to give away trade secrets, eh? Well, I suppose most men do ... until they're hooked."
"Ashford! Hooked! How loathsome!"
"I beg your pardon ... I was thinking as a cynical bachelor. What I mean is that I suppose most men swear off the pursuit once they've promised."
"And never relapse?"
He shrugged his shoulders.