A sudden and very human dissatisfaction with his
readjustment scheme fell upon Loder. Opposition is the whip
to action; a too-ready acquiescence the slackened rein.
"Did I say that?" he asked, quickly. The tone was almost
Chilcote's.
She glanced up; then a sudden, incomprehensible smile lighted
up her face.
"You didn't say, but you thought," she answered, gravely.
"Thoughts are the same as words to a woman. That's why we are
so unreasonable." Again she smiled. Some idea, baffling and
incomprehensible to Loder, was stirring in her mind.
Conscious of the impression, he moved still nearer. "You jump
to conclusions," he said, abruptly. "What I meant to imply--"
"--was precisely what I've understood." Again she finished
his sentence. Then she laughed softly. "How very wise, but
how very, very foolish men are! You come to the conclusion
that because a woman is--is interested in you she is going to
hamper you in some direction, and after infinite pains you
summon all your tact and you set about saving the situation.
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