"
"I may belong to them in some ways, but you know that I am a
revolted daughter. Haven't I proved it? Haven't I gone out into
the world, to the horror of all my relatives, for the sole purpose
of getting a firmer grip of life? And yet, do you know, Mr. Trent,
I believe that to-night you have forgotten that. You have
remembered my present character only, and, in despair of interesting
a fashionable young lady, you have not talked to me at all, and I
have been very dull."
"It is quite true," he assented. "All around us they were talking
of things of which I knew nothing, and you were one of them."
"How foolish! You could have talked to me about Fred and the
road-making in Africa and I should have been more interested than
in anything they could have said to me."
They were passing a brilliantly-lit corner, and the light flashed
upon his strong, set face with its heavy eyebrows and firm lips.
He leaned back and laughed hoarsely. Was it her fancy, she wondered,
or did he seem not wholly at his ease.
"Haven't I told you a good deal? I should have thought that Fred
and I between us had told you all about Africa that you would care
to hear."
She shook her head. What she said next sounded to him, in a certain
sense, enigmatic.
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