"Of course not."
"Do you know," she said seriously, "you're a perfect dear in one way, and I don't know what you are in others. Now be flattered, for that makes you interesting. And you know it's all up with a woman who finds a man interesting."
She was laughing at him now, and he scarcely knew how to take what she said except to take it with a grin.
"You're a terrible torment, Diana," he said. "My value in my own estimation, since I've known you, has fluctuated between a dollar and a half and thirty cents."
"You said you had two dollars! I believe you're one of these wealthy men who are always singing poor!"
"How many other kinds of things do you think I am?" he asked resignedly.
"I don't know. I think I'll amuse myself by finding out."
"Meanwhile," he said, smiling, "remember I am always what I was when I first set eyes on you—no!—the next second after I had seen you."
"A lightning change, cousin?"
"Like lightning, Diana."