“Now, don’t be silly,” she said with earnest anxiety. “I won’t have it. It’s putting false ideas in your head, because I’m really only playing, you know.”
“The shadow of love,” he suggested.
“Quite so.”
“And if—” He leaned quite near.
“Not by any means,” she exclaimed, springing quickly to her feet. “Come—come! It’s quite time that we were going back to the house.”
“Why must we?” he remonstrated.
“You know why,” she said. “It’s time we were being sensible. When a man gets as near as you are, I prefer to be en promenade. And don’t let us be foolish any longer, either. Let us be cool and worldly. How much money has your aunt, anyhow?”
Jack had risen, too.
“What impertinence!” he ejaculated.
“Not at all,” she said. “Maude has so much money of her own that I ask in a wholly disinterested spirit.”