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60 "What do you know about lion-tamers and captains on ocean liners?" he inquired.

"Nothing. But I imagine. I 'm always doing a lot of imagining."

"Do you think you will while you 're with Lady Turnour?"

"She has n't engaged my brain, only my hands and feet."

"And your time."

"Oh, thank goodness it does n't take time to imagine. I can imagine all the most glorious things in heaven and earth in the time it takes you to put your car at the next corner."

He looked at me longer, though the corner seemed dangerously near—to an amateur. "I see you 've learned the true secret of living," said he.

"Have I? I did n't know."

"Well, you have. You may take it from me. I 'm a good deal older than you are."

"Oh, of course, all really polite men are older than the women they 're with."

"Even chauffeurs?"

It was my turn to laugh now. "A chauffeur with a lady's-maid."

"You seem an odd sort of lady's-maid."

"I begin to think you 're an odd sort of chauffeur."

"Why?"

"Well—" I hesitated, though I knew why, perfectly. "Are n't you rather abrupt in your questions? Suppose we change the subject. You seem to have tamed this tiger until it obeys you like a kitten."