"A man--or a boy!--always hates to be intruding his own convictions upon other men, especially in a case like this, where he might be afraid of some idiot's thinking him unmanlike.

But Ramsey--" Suddenly she broke off and looked at him attentively; his discomfort had become so obvious that suspicion struck her.

She spoke sharply.

"Ramsey _you_ aren't dreaming of doing such a thing, are you ?" "What such a thing ?" "Fred hasn't influenced _you_, has he?
You aren't planning to go with him, are you ?" "Where ?" "To join the Canadian aviation." "No; I hadn't thought of doing it." She sighed again, relieved.

"I had a queer feeling about you just then--that you _were_ thinking of doing some such thing.