Brinsley waited a few moments before speaking, and then, turning his head, looked at her with great earnestness.
"I wish you'd tell me why you've taken such a sudden dislike to me," he said in a low voice.
"Why are you so anxious to know, Mr. Brinsley?" asked Fanny, meeting his eyes quietly.
"Because I believe that somebody has been saying disagreeable things about me to you," he answered. "If that s the case, it would be fair to give me a chance, you know."
"Nobody's been talking against you. You've talked against yourself. Besides," she added, her face suddenly clearing, "it's quite absurd to make such a fuss about nothing! I'm only angry about nothing at all. It's my way, you know. You mustn't mind. I'll get over it before we're at home, and then I'll go off, and my cousins will give you lots of weak tea and flattery."
Brinsley, who was clever at most things, was not good at talking nor at understanding a woman's moods, and he felt himself at so great a disadvantage that he slipped into an inane
