"I don't need anything just now, but I might some day." She considered him. Grant found himself hoping with a fervor which surprised him that he was not being placed in the same category as "washy chestnuts."
"You're much more my type. I like people broad across the cheekbones. Good-bye, Mr. Grant."
"Who was that?" Tisdall asked, in the indifferent tones of the newly conscious. "Colonel Burgoyne's daughter."
"She was right about my shirt."
"One of the reach-me-downs?"
"Yes. Am I being arrested?"
"Oh, no. Nothing like that."
"It mightn't be a bad idea."
"Oh? Why?"
"It would settle my immediate future. I left the cottage this morning and now I'm on the road."