“To like you?”
“Yes, such a vagabond as I am. And how charming she can be! She’s about six girls in one—one minute one thing, the next another.”
“That just suits you. You need just about that many to be in love with.”
“She’s the only girl in the world I ever was in love with,” asserted Thurston, boldly.
Middleton whistled.
“Here, you are not talking to her now, but to me. Have you told Ruth Welch that?”
“She’s my confidante.”
“She is? That accounts for it,” said Middleton.
“She likes Allen,” said Thurston, explanatorily.
“Oh!”