But now, while the old spell was still potent, with the moods of the
day still strong, he found new viewpoints struggling for mastery.
Clearly the girl had shown a deep interest in him, and entirely on her
own initiative. If it was to be in the future an interest born of
friendship, why, it should be, he told himself, an engaging future for
him. But he did not desire that her interest in him from now on should
be offered as a sort of largess, or that he should be placed in the
position of posing as an object of merely charitable attention from
her. As these thoughts formulated themselves flashingly in his mind,
he could not but marvel at the sudden transition in his attitude
concerning her. But nevertheless, the transition had taken place, as
well defined as though it had come of weeks of pondering--and
unchangeable.
"I can't think of anything thrilling to talk about--unless I select you
as a subject."
The girl glanced at him swiftly and then turned her face toward the
harbor, where a few lights quivered on a velvet floor. She caught the
new note perfectly and her bosom rose in a quick breath.
"I am sure we might select a more interesting topic. I detest
personalities. Tell me how you have enjoyed your first dip into
Blancan society."
"But that would be personal," smiled Dan.
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