I just--go my own way, that's all." "From which I gather that you are not particularly partial to the superior male," said Burke.
"I hate the species," said Sylvia with simplicity.
"Except when it kneels at your feet," he suggested, looking ironical.
"No, I want to kick it then," she said.
"You seem difficult to please," he observed.
Sylvia looked out across the _veldt_.

"I like a man to be just a jolly comrade," she said.

"If he can't be that, I've no use for him." "I see," said Burke slowly.

"That's to be my _role_, is it ?" She turned to him impulsively with extended hand.

"I think you can fill it if you try." He took the hand, grasping it strongly.