"You're very nice, you know," she said meditatively. "I like you."
"Because I don't answer your questions?" asked Lawrence, looking at her face, which was half turned from him.
"Yes. That's one of the reasons."
"It's a very funny one. I don't see much reason in it, I confess."
"Don't you? Don't you know that a woman sometimes likes a man for what he doesn't say?"
"I never thought of it in that way. I daresay you're right. You ought to know much better than I do. Especially if you really like me, as you say you do."
"Oh—I'm honest. I never said I'd been in the navy!" Fanny laughed. "Besides, if I didn't like you, why should I say so? Just to say something civil? The way Mr. Brinsley does?"
"Brinsley's a horror! Don't talk about him—especially here."
"I don't mean to. I hate him. But if we were going to talk about him, this would be a
