"
"Too bad!" sympathized Philip. "I'll go with you in the morning."
"The bump on your head," suggested Diane pointedly, "is growing
malignant!"
"By no means!" said Philip lazily. "With the exception of certain
memory erasures, it's steadily improving."
"Why," demanded Diane with an unexpected and somewhat resentful flash
of reminiscence, "why did you tell me your motor was deaf and dumb and
insane when it wasn't?"
"I didn't," said Philip honestly. "If you'll recall our conversation,
you'll find I worded that very adroitly."
Thoroughly vexed Diane frowned at the fire.
"Was it necessary to affect callow inexperience and such a
happy-go-lucky, imbecile philosophy?" she demanded cuttingly.
"Hum!" admitted Philip humbly. "I'm a salamander."
"And you said you were waiting to be rescued!" she accused indignantly.
Philip sighed.
"Well, in a sense I was. I saw you coming through the trees--and there
are times when one must talk." He met her level glance of reproach
with one of frank apology. "If I see a man whose face I like, I speak
to him. Surely Nature does not flash that subtle sense of magnetism
for nothing. If I am to live fully, then must I infuse into my insular
existence the electric spark of sympathetic friendship.
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