protested.

"It was a real fellow feeling--whatever you choose to call
it," she conceded. "You wanted to talk about yourself, and I
wanted to talk about myself, and without any self-flattery I
think I can say we found each other very responsive."

"I've rather a memory that you got the best of the bargain."

"There were hours and hours when I couldn't get a word in
edgewise."

"And there were whole days and days--" I began.

"Now, don't let's work up a fuss," she said sweetly. "We won't
have so many more talks together, and anyway it isn't
professional etiquette for us to fight."

"Who wants to fight?" I said. "I never was that kind of Indian."

"Then let's begin where we left off."

"It used to be all Harry Clayton then," I remarked.

"Was it as long ago as that?" she asked. "Oh, dear, how time
passes!"

"He joined the great majority, I heard."

"Oh, yes, he's married," she said. "He wasn't any good at all.