‘I’m not—not always.’
‘I’m afraid you are. I’m afraid you’re terribly introspective.’
‘Am I? Is that wrong? Roddy, please don’t laugh at me. It leaves me out if you laugh by yourself like that. I could laugh with you at any thing, if you’d let me——’ she pleaded.
‘Anything—even yourself?’
She pondered.
‘I don’t know. Perhaps not. That’s a weakness, isn’t it?’
‘There you go again! Never mind about your weaknesses. I was only teasing you. Let me see you smile.’
To obey him her lips went upwards sorrowfully; but when she saw his laughing, coaxing face, her heart had to lift too.
‘Well you’re very nice anyway,’ he said, ‘serious or no. Have you forgiven me?’
‘Oh yes. Yes, Roddy.’