'You're free enough anyhow, pretty often,' Connie admitted.
'You've never objected,' he snarled, his temper getting out of hand.
'Well, no. I knew I had to do with a gentleman.'
Kisses might be out of place, even dangerous in view of a possible interruption; but there was the despotic air. Now seemed the minute for it.
'Don't you talk nonsense, child,' he said. 'If I've treated you kindly, it doesn't entitle you to take that tone. And get off that table.'
'I'm very comfortable here,' remarked Connie.
'It doesn't look respectable.'
'What, not with you and me? There's nobody here, is there?'
'Stop playing the fool,' he commanded brusquely. 'What's the matter with you to-day?'