"Oh, you are!" she said, wonderingly, and it seemed to Frank that she was struggling to keep back a burst of laughter. "How will you do it?"
"If you'll come here, I will give them back to you."
That was a master-stroke. A soft laugh came from her lips, and she returned:
"You are a saucy, cheeky fellow, and I am not coming back. Good-night."
"You are not angry?"
"What's the use to be angry with you!"
"Good-night, Inza."
"Good-night, Frank."
As he turned away down the walk, he saw her pause at the door and heard her softly call:
"Frank."