"Not fair, eh? You didn't mind that, though."
The humor left Randall's eyes. He was deadly serious as he answered,
"Miss Deane, any way that I could get you would be fair enough for me."
"But why hurry matters?" smiled Clancy.
"'Hurry?'" His smile was a little bit uneasy. "You—you're destined to a great success, Miss Deane, and pretty soon I'm afraid that you'll be way beyond my reach."
"I suppose that I should courtesy," said Clancy. "But I won't. I'll simply tell you that——"
"Don't tell me anything unless it's something I want to hear," he interposed.
"You'll like this, I'm sure," she said naïvely. "Because I was going to tell you that I like you immensely, and—well, I like you."
"And you won't marry me?"
"Well, not now, at any rate," she replied.