"I haven t any nerves at all."
"I mean good nerves."
"I tell you I haven't any nerves. Why do you talk about nerves? They're not amusing things to have, are they?"
"Well—in point of humour—I didn't say they were."
"I asked you to say something amusing, and you began talking about nerves," said Fanny, in explanation.
"I'm not in luck to-day," said Brinsley, after a pause.
"No—you're not," was the answer; but she did not vouchsafe him a glance.
"I wish you'd like me," he said boldly.
"I do—at a certain distance. You look well in the landscape—and you know it."
"Upon my word!" Brinsley laughed roughly, and looked between his horse's ears.
"Upon your word—what?"
"I never had anything said to me quite equal to that, Miss Trehearne."
"No? I'm surprised. Perhaps you haven't known the right sort of people. You must find the truth refreshing."
