"Me? Do you see me playing second fiddle to a girl as sure bound to be an old maid as I'm bound to be—"
"An adventuress."
"I'm bound to be an adventuress—if I like."
"Oh, then there's a modification to your program. The last time we talked about it you were going to do it. Now it's only—if you like."
Her lovely blue eyes shot me a look of protest. "You wouldn't want me to do it—if I didn't like. The worst of being an adventuress is the kind of guys you must adventure with. You don't mean to thrust them down my throat."
"Oh, I'm not urging you at all. I did happen to see you one evening at the restaurant Blitz—"
She nodded. "I saw you. What were you doing there? You don't feed at places like that."
"How do you know I don't?"
"Well, I don't know. That's just the trouble. Sometimes I think you're a—"
"I'm a—what?"