She dug the toe of her shoe into the ground, and watched the operation thoughtfully. "Not in that way—no."
"What?—do you allow anybody to hug you then?"
"No, of course not!" she replied. "I did like you, and I like you still. But not in that way."
"What do you mean—not in that way?" he demanded a little angrily.
"Oh, I don't know," she replied, beginning to swing her arms with boredom; "I mean that I hadn't looked upon you as a possible husband, I suppose."
He flushed with vexation.
"Why not?" he enquired in scolding tones.
She glanced into his face for the first time during the interview. She saw the bloated look of mortified vanity in his eyes, and she was a trifle nauseated.
"Let's be getting back," she suggested.