"Do you think I am very vain?" persisted she.
"Who's been telling you so?"
"Mr. Tetlow. He gave me an awful talking to, just before I--" She paused
at the edge of the forbidden ground. "He didn't spare me," she went on.
"He said I was a vain, self-centered little fool."
"And what did you say?"
"I was very angry. I told him he had no right to accuse me of that. I
reminded him that he had never heard me say a word about myself."
"And did he say that the vainest people were just that way--never
speaking of themselves, never thinking of anything else?"
"Oh, he told you what he said," cried she.
"No," laughed he.