“No, we can’t; that is, I can’t. You know that. If he’s going to stay I’ve got to go. Oh dear, oh dear, how aggravating it all is! I don’t want him to follow me about.”
“Why don’t you tell him so, then?”
“Molly!”
“Yes, just tell him so, and if you really mean it, he’ll understand, never fear.”
“But I don’t want to do that.”
“No, I didn’t expect that you would. One never likes to do that, which is one reason why I am myself betrothed to three different men at the present minute.”
“But, Molly—”
“I thought that you liked him.”
“I do like him, but there’s a wide difference between liking a man and wanting to have him tagging along behind all the time.”
“Oh, as to that, I don’t believe that der Herr von Ibn will stay enough behind to be considered as tagging very long.”