But it gave her pleasure.
Felix had pushed back his chair and risen to his feet; he slowly came toward her, smiling.

"I am a sort of adventurer," he said, looking down at her.
She got up, meeting his smile.

"An adventurer ?" she repeated.

"I should like to hear your adventures." For an instant she believed that he was going to take her hand; but he dropped his own hands suddenly into the pockets of his painting-jacket.
"There is no reason why you should n't," he said.

"I have been an adventurer, but my adventures have been very innocent.