“Nor I,” he came back gallantly.
“I marveled how you came through alive, but I learned then that a man can’t be bored to death.”
“I came again nevertheless,” he smiled. “And again—and again.”
“I am still wondering why.”
“‘Oh, wad some power the giffie gite us
To see ourselves as others see us!’”
he quoted with a bow.
“Is that a compliment?” she asked dubiously.
“I have never heard it used so before. Anyhow, it is a little hackneyed for anybody so original as you.”
“It was the best I could do offhand.”
She changed the subject abruptly. “Has the new campaign of the war begun yet?”