"What?" Roger had never very clearly heard when Anne looked like that, and she had not looked like that for a long time.
"I—am—going—to work," Anne repeated with exaggerated distinctness, and laughed.
"Oh, you are, are you? Who said you could?"
"Myself. And you—in a minute."
"Oh, I will? That depends. I won't have you drudging in some office."
"No? How about that extra stenographer Katya's looking for?"
"Anne!"
"Don't you think I could do it? I don't believe I've lost much speed. I——"
But Roger's kiss silenced her and Anne did not try to finish. At last he loosed her.
"Do you really want to do this, sweetheart?"