"'Course I do!" returned the Imp; "what's any one got to put their
arm round girls for, just as if they wanted holding up - I think
it's awfull' silly!"
"Of course it is, Imp - your wisdom is unassailable - still, do you
know, I can understand a man being foolish enough to do it -
occasionally."
"But you never would, Uncle Dick?"
"Alas, Imp!" I said, shaking my head, "Fortune seems to preclude all
chances of it."
"'Course you wouldn't," he exclaimed; "an' Ivanhoe wouldn't - "
"Ah, but he did!" I put in; "have you forgotten Rowena?"
"Oh!" cried the Imp dolefully, "do you really think he ever put his
arm round her?"
"Sure of it," I nodded. The Imp seemed much cast down, and even
shocked.
"But there was the Black Knight," he said, brightening suddenly -
"Richard of the Lion Heart, you know - he never did!"
"Not while he was fighting, of course, but afterwards, if history
is to be believed, he very frequently did; and we are all alike,
Imp - everybody does sooner or later."
"But why? Why should any one want to put their arm round a girl,
Uncle Dick?"
"For the simple reason that the girl is there to put it round, I
suppose.
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