"Always, Sonia," I answered. "I was only teasing you. You're rather a friend of his, aren't you?"
She nodded, and in her eyes there was adoration such as is given few men to inspire.
"Has he ever told you about the time before he came to England?" she asked.
"Little bits," I said.
"He told me everything," she answered proudly.
"I'm sure it wasn't all fit for the young——"
"I'm not young, Mr. Oakleigh."
"And I'm sure a good part of the language was—unparliamentary, Miss Dainton. However, that by the way. He's a good little man——"
"You are patronizing!" she interrupted.
"He's a man; he's little—compared with Jim Loring or myself, for example——"