"A little," Thompson admitted grimly. "But I'm getting used to jolts. I
had no claim on--on them."
"We both lost out," Tommy Ashe said thoughtfully. "Sophie Carr is one
woman in ten thousand. I think she's the most remarkable girl I ever
came across anywhere. She knows what she wants, and neither of us quite
measured up. She liked me too--but she wouldn't marry me. Before you
came she tried to convince me of that. And I wasn't slow to see that you
interested her, that as a man she gave you a good deal of thought,
although your--er--your profession's one she rather makes light of.
Women are queer. I didn't know but you might have taken her by storm.
And then again, I rather imagined she'd back off when you got serious."
"I was a fool," Thompson muttered.
"I wouldn't say that," Tommy responded gently. "A man couldn't resist
her. I've known a lot of women one way and another. I never knew one
could hold a candle to her. She has a mind like a steel trap, that girl.
She understood things in a flash, moods and all that. She'd make a real
chum, as well as a wife. Most women aren't, y'know. They're generally
just one or the other. No, I'd never call myself a fool for liking
Sophie too well.
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