being their third cousin. What a contradictory girl you are!"
Alice shook her head. "Let's keep away from the kind of girl I am."
"No," he said. "That's just what I came here to talk about."
She shook her head again. "Let's keep first to the kind of man you are. I'm glad you were in the War."
"Why?"
"Oh, I don't know." She was quiet a moment, for she was thinking that here she spoke the truth: his service put about him a little glamour that helped to please her with him. She had been pleased with him during their walk; pleased with him on his own account; and now that pleasure was growing keener. She looked at him, and though the light in which she saw him was little more than starlight, she saw that he was looking steadily at her with a kindly and smiling seriousness. All at once it seemed to her that the night air was sweeter to breathe, as if a distant fragrance of new blossoms had been blown to her. She smiled back to him, and said, "Well, what kind of man are you?"
"I don't know; I've often wondered," he replied. "What kind of girl are you?"
