I think it did me a lot of good to
crawl out of my shell last night."
"You feel encouraged to go on living, eh?"
"Yes."
"And fighting?"
"By all means."
"Then, something has occurred of late to give you new courage?"
"Oh, many things. Didn't I give an exhibition of my courage in
accepting Ogilvy's invitation to dinner, knowing you were going to be
there?"
She did not like that. "You carry your frankness to extremes, my
friend," she retorted. "I'm sure I've always been much nicer to you
than you deserve."
"Nevertheless there wasn't any valid reason why I should tantalize
myself last night."
"Then why did you come?" He had a suspicion that she was laughing
silently at him.
"Partly to please Ogilvy, who has fallen head over heels in love with
Moira; partly to please Moira, who wanted me to meet you, but mostly
to please myself, because, while I dreaded it, nevertheless I wanted
to see you again. I comforted myself with the thought that for the
sake of appearances we dared not quarrel in the presence of Moira and
my friend Ogilvy, and I dare say you felt the same way. At any rate,
I have seldom had more enjoyment when partaking of a meal with an
enemy."
"Please do not say that," she answered. "I am your opponent, but not
your enemy.
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