He looked at her curiously. "I believe you'll stand a good deal from me—and still like me. I, somehow, count on it."
She met his gaze directly, unsmiling now.
"A hair divides my sentiments concerning you," she said. "Extremes lie on either side."
"Extremes?"
"I think so. It would take very little to fix definitely my opinion of you."
Sobered, but still curious, he sat his saddle more firmly while the horses paced forward, shoulder against shoulder, along the forest road.
"I didn't suppose you had any very violent opinions concerning me one way or another," he said lightly.
"I haven't—yet."
"Or would ever develop them, either," he added, laughing.
"I probably never shall."