"That 'little innocent baby' is seeing altogether too much of Ben
Sansome."
Sherwood uttered a snort of masculine scorn.
"Ho! Ben Sansome?"
"Yes, Ben Sansome."
"Why, he's a notorious butterfly."
"Well, it looks now as though he intended to alight."
"Seriously?"
She nodded. Sherwood slowly went on with his dressing.
"I like that little creature," he said at last. "She's the sort that strikes me as born to be treated well and to be happy. Some people are that way, you know; just as others are born painters or plumbers." She nodded in appreciation. "And if you give the word, Patsy, I'll go around and have a word with Keith—or spoil Sansome—whichever you say——"
She laughed.