“Not so loud!” she warned him.
“Well then—Erna,” he repeated in very low tones.
“That’s better.”
“How about it?”
“About what?”
“What I asked you ’fore we came here?”
“I asked you not to repeat that,” was her reproach.
“I know, but I can’t help it. Don’t you like it here?”
“Sure.”
“I mean here, side o’ me—in the dark?”