“You find me rude?” he asked soberly.
“Yes, indeed, I think you are very rude. Here we are still on the first day of our acquaintance, and you refuse absolutely to grant me such a trifling request.”
They had continued to follow the stone dalles of the embankment and were now near the end of the Quai; he stopped short again, and again stared at the mountains.
“Ask me what you will,” he said, after a moment’s pause, “and you shall have it; but to that first most absurd asking I shall always refuse.”
“If I asked you to buy me an automobile!” she ventured.
He glanced at her quickly.
“Do you ask me for an automobile?” he demanded.
Her eyes wandered towards a certain shop on the other side of the carriage way.
“If I asked you for that necklace in the window there!”