Only I never knew _you_ had a temper.

It--astonishes me." He said nothing, smilingly.
"Of course," she went on, still flushed, "I knew you were impulsive--hot-headed--but I know you like me--" "I was crazily in love with you," he said, lightly; "and when you let me touch you--" "Oh, I won't ever again, Jose!" she exclaimed, half-fearfully; "I supposed you understood that sentiment could be a perfectly meaningless and harmless thing--merely a silly moment--a foolish interlude in a sober friendship....

And I _liked_ you, Jose--" [Illustration: "'I shall have need of friends,' she said half to herself."] "Can you still like me ?" "Y-yes.

Why, of course--if you'll let me." "Shall we be the same excellent friends, Valerie?
And all this ill temper of mine will be forgotten ?" "I'll try....

Yes, why not?
I _do_ like you, and I admire you tremendously." His eyes rested on her a moment; he inhaled a deep breath from his cigarette, expelled it, nodded.
"I'll try to win back all your friendship for me," he said, pleasantly.
"That will be easy.