"I am, thank you," said the girl, smiling.
"Don't thank me for it," he said dryly.
"You're to be thanked, too," she laughed—"or ought to be. But you don't like it, I know, so I tell your wife how very pleasant you are making Adriutha for my sister and myself."
"Do you find it pleasant?"
"Yes, I do."
"Like the people?"
They had halted on the stairs.
She looked up at him.
"Some of them I like," she said frankly.
"Which?"