"Oh!" she exclaimed, with a dangerous smile.

"You are out of humor this morning and are seeking a quarrel." "That would be impossible," he retorted.

"_I_ never quarrel.

Evidently you have forgotten all about me." Her pride would not let her refuse the challenge, convert in his words, frank in his eyes.
"Possibly," mocked she, forcing herself to look amusedly at him.

"I don't bother much about people I don't see." "You take a light view of our engagement," was his instant move.
"I should take a still lighter view," retorted she, "if I thought the way you're acting was a fair specimen of your real self." This from Adelaide, who had always theretofore shared in his almost reverent respect for himself.