She showed an unflattering surprise. "Why, I didn't know you ever thought about such things."
He looked at her askance, dimly amused. "High opinion you have of me!"
She looked annoyed at herself and said with a genuine good-will in her voice, "Why, Arnold, you _know_ I've always liked you."
"You like me, but you don't think much of me," he diagnosed her, "and you show your good sense." He looked up at the picturesque white house, spreading its well-proportioned bulk on the top of the terraced hillside before them. "I hope Madrina is looking out of a window and sees us here, our heads together in the twilight. You've guessed, I suppose, that she had you come on here for my benefit. She thinks she's tried everything else,--now it's her idea to get me safely married. She'd have one surprise, wouldn't she, if she could hear what we're saying!"
"Well, it _would_ be a good thing for you," remarked Sylvia, as entirely without self-consciousness as though they were discussing the tennis game.
He was tickled by her coolness. "Well, Madrina sure made a mistake when she figured on _you_!" he commented ironically. And then, not having been subjected to the cool, hardy conditions which caused Sylvia's present clear-headedness, he felt his blood stirred to feel her there, so close, so alive, so young, so beautiful in the twilight. He leaned towards her and spoke in a husky voice, "See here, Sylvia, why _don't_ you try it!"
"Oh, nonsense!" said the girl, not raising her voice at all, not stirring. "You don't care a bit for me."
"Yes, I do! I've _always_ liked you!" he said, not perceiving till after the words were out of his mouth that he had repeated her own phrase.
She laughed to hear it, and he drew back, his faint stirring of warmth dashed, extinguished. "The fact is, Sylvia," he said, "you're too nice a girl to fall in love with."
"What a horrid thing to say!" she exclaimed.
"About _you_?" he defended himself. "I mean it as a compliment."
"Oh!" he said blankly, evidently not at all following her meaning.
"What time is it?" she now inquired, and on hearing the hour, "Oh, we'll be late to dress for dinner," she said in concern, rising and ascending the marble steps to the terrace next above them.