“You are not what I expected,” he ventured at last, but his tone was not unkind and his eyes shone warmly. I nodded. “I seldom am. I have tried, I assure you. I have been brought up to do good works and to conduct myself with propriety and decorum, and yet I am forever doing the unexpected. Something always gives me away for what I really am.” “And what are you, child?” “A woman in search of adventure,” I said gravely.
