“What girl?”
“Why, the girl you told me about yesterday!”
“Oh, that——”
“Yes; oh, that! But you were now, weren’t you?”
“No, I wasn’t. You can’t see me wasting my time on poetry. Besides, I couldn’t do it.”
“Then, what were you doing?”
“Thinking.”
“Who about?”
“You, of course.”
“Oh, no,” she said, shaking her head, the light hair scattering in the sunlight. “Oh, no, no, no! If you had been thinking about me, it might have occurred to you that I had no one in this large party to amuse me and that I might very likely be lonely. And if you had thought of that, and had gone on thinking that, with your head flung back——”