I don't know what color it is," she answered, musing, "so many men have asked me.

It's medium, I suppose--No one ever looks long at my hair.

I've got beautiful eyes, though, haven't I.I don't care what you say, I have beautiful eyes." "Answer my question, Madeline." "Don't remember them all--besides my name isn't Madeline, it's Eleanor." "I might have guessed it.

You _look_ like Eleanor--you have that Eleanor look.

You know what I mean." There was a silence as they listened to the rain.
"It's going down my neck, fellow lunatic," she offered finally.
"Answer my questions." "Well--name of Savage, Eleanor; live in big old house mile down road; nearest living relation to be notified, grandfather--Ramilly Savage; height, five feet four inches; number on watch-case, 3077 W; nose, delicate aquiline; temperament, uncanny--" "And me," Amory interrupted, "where did you see me ?" "Oh, you're one of _those_ men," she answered haughtily, "must lug old self into conversation.