"This won't——"
"Come, Linda. Show a little gumption. You say you think Sophy probably ... er ... was probably in the next room ... yesterday. Well, granting that, do you think things are going calmly on the way we like 'em?"
"Of course you'll have to have a plain talk with her," said Belinda, her voice taking a practical note.
Morris gave her a little shake as she lay within his arm. She laughed softly.
"My God! but you're a cool proposition," he said, half laughing, too, half exasperated again.
"I'm not cool to you," wooed Belinda.
"No, you're not," he answered shortly. "And that's just the devil of it for both of us!"
"Do you want me to be cool?" teased Belinda.
"No, I don't. And that's the devil again."
"Well, what do you want?"