“He seemed to be.”
“This sandwich is excellent; but if I feel the worse for it, I’ll not be very grateful to you.” But he continued eating.
“‘The woman tempted me,’” she quoted, glancing at him sideways.
After a moment’s survey of her:
“You’re one of those bright, saucy, pretty, inexplicable things that throng this town and occasionally flit through this profession—aren’t you?”
“Am I?”
“Yes. Nobody looks for anything except mediocrity; you’re one of the surprises. Nobody expects you; nobody can account for you, but you appear now and then, here and there, anywhere, even everywhere—a pretty sparkle against the gray monotony of life, a momentary flash like a golden moat afloat in sunshine—and what then?”
She laughed.
“What then? What becomes of you? Where do you go? What do you turn into?”
“I don’t know.”