“Oh, what an insult! That’s the Jew back again. Anything more?”
“Yes, the proper corollary to the answer.”
“Don’t you think the escort is rather a coward to make all these terms now?”
“Yes, but he insists all the same.”
“Well, what is the word?”
“Ralph,” I said.
“That’s easy—Ralph,” she said with purposeful unconcern. “I’ve done two of the things—the escort ought to take me half-way home for that.”
“Now for the question.” I paused and her light assumption of indifference changed under my earnest gaze. She made an effort to release herself. But I held her fast. “Do you love——”
“Ralph!” A very different tone this as she hid her face against my shoulder and then let me lift it that our lips might meet in the rapturous ecstasy of the lingering betrothal kiss.
Roused by the sound of approaching wheels, we drew apart and walked on hand in hand.