She laughed; then, with the flushed composure of uneasiness: "Thank you for a lesson in angling. I have learned a great deal—enough at least to know that I shall not care to destroy life, even in a fish."
"That is as it should be," he replied coolly. "Men find little charm in women who kill."
"That is scarcely in accord with the English novels I read—and I read many," she said laughing.
"It is true, nevertheless. Saint Hubert save us from the woman who can watch the spark of life fade out in the eye of any living thing."
"Are you not a little eccentric, monsieur?"
"If you say so. Eccentricity is the full-blown blossom of mediocrity."
