She looked at him so seriously that he straightened up and began to laugh. But she did not forget anything he had said, and she began her questions at once:
“Why should you not walk with me?”
“I’ll take that back,” he said, still laughing; “there is every reason why I should walk with you.”
“Oh!... But you said——”
“All I meant was not for you, but for the ordinary sort of girl. Now, the ordinary, every-day, garden girl does not concern you——”
“Yes, she does! Why am I not like her?”
“Don’t attempt to be——”
“Am I different—very different?”
“Superbly different!” The flush came to his face with the impulsive words.
She considered him in silence, then: