"Oh, I know just what he is," I said.
"He's as quiet as a lamb—he's like all the world," cried the Countess.
"Like all the world—yes. He is in love with you."
She looked at me with sudden gravity. "I don't object to your saying that for all the world—but I do for him."
"Well," I went on, "he is peculiar in this: he is rather afraid of you."
Instantly she began to smile; she turned her face toward Stanmer. He had seen that we were talking about him; he coloured and got up—then came toward us.
"I like men who are afraid of nothing," said our hostess.
"I know what you want," I said to Stanmer. "You want to know what the Signora Contessa says about you.
Stanmer looked straight into her face, very gravely. "I don't care a straw what she says."
"You are almost a match for the Signora Contessa," I answered. "She declares she doesn't care a pin's head what you think."
