The worst of it is that when I am with him, he almost makes me feel like that myself." She laughed.
"All men of genius," she declared, "must be impressionable.

We ought to set ourselves to discover your weak point." He smiled at her with upraised eyebrows.

There were times when he seemed to her like a boy.
"Haven't you discovered it ?" She made a little face and swung her parasol around.

When she spoke again, she was very grave.
"Mr.Maraton," she begged, "please will you promise that before you go away, you will talk to me again for a few minutes ?" "It is a promise easily made!" he replied.
"But I mean seriously." "I will talk to you at any time, anyhow you wish," he promised.
She rose to her feet then.
"For the present you have promised to play tennis," she reminded him.
"Please go and change your things." "I must have a yellow rosebud for my button-hole," he begged.
She arranged it herself in his coat.

He laughed as she swept aside a wisp of her hair which brushed his cheek.
"What a picture for the photographic Press of America!" he exclaimed.
"The anarchist of Chicago and the Prime Minister's niece!" "What is an anarchist ?" she asked him abruptly.