"I have too much to say, Colette."
Her sidelong glance noted his dejection, and her flagging spirits rose again.
"Too much, indeed, when you are so critical of what I say!"
"Colette, hear me!"
"No, I won't listen—never when you preach!"
"I don't mean to preach, Colette, but don't you think—"
"Good night, John," she said, smiling.
"Good night!" he echoed dolefully, but making no move to leave.
"Colette, will you never tell me?"
"Yes," she replied unexpectedly, with a dancing light in her beautiful eyes.
"When?"