"But they're nice girls, Diana.
You're not running chances, I assure you." "That relieves me," she replied rather scornfully.

"If Arthur Weldon will vouch for them--" "But I don't.

I'll vouch for no one--not even myself," he declared hastily.

She was calmly reading his face, and did not seem to approve the text.
"Are you as fickle as ever, then, _mon cher_ ?" she asked, softly.
"I'm not fickle, Diana.

My fault is that I'm never serious." "Never ?" "I cannot remember ever being serious; at least, where a girl was concerned." Diana bit her lips to restrain a frown, but her eyes, which he was avoiding, flashed wickedly.
"That is surely a fault, my Arthur," was her tender reply.