"What a big word when we only met last night!" "That's another case of it," he said, with obvious sincerity.

"One of the reasons I don't like you--much!--is you've got that way of seeming quietly superior to everybody else." "I!" she cried.

"I have ?" "Oh, you think you keep it sort of confidential to yourself, but it's plain enough! I don't believe in that kind of thing." "You don't ?" "No," said George emphatically.

"Not with me! I think the world's like this: there's a few people that their birth and position, and so on, puts them at the top, and they ought to treat each other entirely as equals." His voice betrayed a little emotion as he added, "I wouldn't speak like this to everybody." "You mean you're confiding your deepest creed--or code, whatever it is--to me ?" "Go on, make fun of it, then!" George said bitterly.

"You do think you're terribly clever! It makes me tired!" "Well, as you don't like my seeming 'quietly superior,' after this I'll be noisily superior," she returned cheerfully.