"What are they likely to be?"
"Who knows? That's the gamble! But let us recognise all kinds of possibilities, and drink to them, too. Shall we?"
"What do you mean by the consequences of friendship?" she repeated, hesitating.
"That is the interesting thing about a new friendship," he explained. "Nobody can ever predict what the consequences are to be. Are you afraid to drink to the sporting chances, hazards, accidents, and possibilities of our new friendship, Mrs. Leeds? That is a perfectly good sporting proposition."
She considered him, interested, her eyes full of smiling curiosity, perfectly conscious of the swift challenge of his lifted glass.
After a few seconds' hesitation she struck the ringing rim of her glass against his:
"To our new friendship, Monsieur Harlequin!" she said lightly—"with every sporting chance, worldly hazard, and heavenly possibility in it!"
"'To our new friendship, Monsieur Harlequin!' she said lightly."