"Oh, very well," she said, dully, and once more turned toward the little door.
She had taken a step or two when he said, suddenly,
"Jennie, what made you come back?"
She paused, turned again, and pulled herself together. It was necessary to take the old bantering tone. After all, she could fence in her way as well as anybody else.
"Oh, I don't know," she threw off carelessly. "I thought I might as well."
"Might as well what?"
"Oh, go in for the whole thing. As you say yourself, if you're to be that kind of a model—"
"And was that all?"
"'All?' It was a good deal, I should say."
"It was a good deal, yes—but I asked if it was all."