"I've seen so little of her.

She seems to me rather _blase_ and cold." Howard nodded.
"Yes; but the worst of it is, you can't count upon that kind of girl: they are apt to warm up sometimes, and quite unexpectedly: and when they do they--well, they boil like a geyser or a volcano.

And then--well, then it is wise to get out of reach.

I once knew a woman who was considered to be as cold as charity--or a rich relation--but who caught fire one day and burnt up the man who ignited her.

Of course this is my delicate way of saying: 'Beware, oh, my prince!'" Stafford smiled.