“You are extremely philosophical,” I observed, handing her my cup to be refilled.
“I’m afraid you must have formed a very curious opinion of me,” she replied.
“You seem to have no inclination to tell me anything of yourself,” I said. “I fancy I have told you all about myself worth knowing, but you will tell me nothing in exchange.”
“Why should you desire to know? I cannot interest you more than a mere passing acquaintance, to be entertained to-day and forgotten to-morrow.”
“No, not forgotten,” I said reproachfully. “You may forget me, but I shall never forget our meeting the other night.”
“It will be best if you do forget me,” she declared.
“But I cannot!” I declared passionately, bending and looking straight into her beautiful countenance.
“I shall never forget.”
“Because my face interests you, you are fascinated! Come, admit the truth,” she said, with a plain straightforwardness that somewhat took me aback.
“Yes,” I said. “That’s the truth. I freely admit it.”