I wish you will tell me some of the things *you* have done!' He looked up quickly from the dish he was serving, his eyes hardening. She met that searching stare with a little inquiring lift to her brows, and saw his lips curl into the sneer which had made her liken him to the *Corsair*. 'I think not,' he said dryly. 'I said *some* of the things you have done!' she exclaimed indignantly. 'You can't have spent your whole life getting into idiots scrapes!' The ugly look vanished as he burst out laughing. 'Most of it, I assure you!