He was conscious that this had been in his mind when he first saw her; he was equally conscious that she was more bewilderingly fascinating to him in her present inaccessible intelligence and practicality.
"I confess," he said, looking into her eyes with a vague smile, "I did not expect you would be so forgetful of some one who had evidently cared for you." "Meaning Mr.Chet Brooks, or Mr.Joyce Masterton, or both.

That's like most yo' men, co'nnle.

Yo' reckon because a girl pleases yo' she ought to be grateful all her life--and yo'rs, too! Yo' think different now! But yo' needn't act up to it quite so much." She made a little deprecating gesture with her disengaged hand as if to ward off any retaliating gallantry.

"I ain't speaking for myself, co'nnle.

Yo' and me are good enough friends.