"Oh no!" I said. "I liked them very much—I enjoyed them very much. I am sorry to stay away."
"Then you will not stay away very long."
"Yes—I shall."
"Why?" he asked again, with a little sort of imperative curiosity which was somehow very pleasant to me.
"I do not think it is right for me to go," I said. Then, seeing grave astonishment and great mystification in his face, I added, "I am a Christian, Mr. Thorold."
"A Christian!" he cried, with flashes of light and shadow crossing his brow. "Is that it?"
"That is it," I assented.
"But my dear Miss Randolph—you know we are friends?"
"Yes," I said, smiling, and glad that he had not forgotten it.
"Then we may talk about what we like. Christians go to hops."