"I am not--dependable--"
"How old are you?" she asked abruptly.
"Twice your age--"
"Nonsense--"
"Not in years, perhaps--but I have lived--oh, how I have lived--!"
He straightened his shoulders and ran his fingers through his hair. She
had a sudden vision of what he might be if shorn of his poverty. There
was something debonair--finished--an almost youthful grace--a hint of
manner--