"Courage?"
"Yes."
"Were you in want of courage?"
"Of that particular sort of courage. Some men only get that particular sort of courage from a woman. I know you gave it me."
She glanced up with those strange eyes of hers.
"Tell me what you mean."
"It would take me an hour to explain. Don't you know?"
"You never struck me as being in want of courage of any sort or kind."
There was an ironic intonation in her voice, which, in some subtle fashion, recalled her father.
"Is that meant as a reproach?"