"You don't trust me!" she once more repeated.
"Don't I when I lift the last veil ?--tell you the very secret of the prison-house ?" Again she met his eyes, but to the result that after an instant her own turned away with impatience.

"You don't sell?
Oh I'm glad of THAT!" After which however, and before he could protest, she was off again.
"She's just a MORAL swell." He accepted gaily enough the definition.

"Yes--I really think that describes her." But it had for his friend the oddest connexion.

"How does she do her hair ?" He laughed out.

"Beautifully!" "Ah that doesn't tell me.