“I know you’re not,” said he dolefully. “But about that row, I want to set myself right. I’m no fool. I know it took a certain amount of nerve to go down there. And I was even proud of it, in a way. And when Von Plaanden turned and gave me the salute before he went away, I liked it quite a good deal.”
“Did he do that? I love him for it!” cried the girl.
“But my point is this, that what I did wasn’t sound common sense. Now if Carroll had done it, it would have been all right.”
“Why for him and not for you?”
“Because those are his principles. They’re not mine.”
“I wish you weren’t quite so contemptuous of poor Fitz. It seems hardly fair.”
“Contemptuous of him? I’d give half my life to be in his place after to-morrow.”
“Why?” There was a flutter in her throat as she put the question.
“Because he’s going with you, isn’t he?”
“So are you, if you will.”