"How?"
"Oh, I can't tell; but it is."
"Well, Inza, I have not played football this season, but I am thinking of playing in the two principal games—the ones with Harvard and Princeton."
Inza appeared startled.
"Don't do it, Frank—don't play football this year!" she exclaimed. "Promise me that you will not."
"Oh, I can't do that, Inza. Yale is not as strong as she should be this fall, and, if I can do anything to help her win, I feel that I must."
Inza secured both his hands, leaned toward him, and looked straight into his eyes, as she deliberately asked:
"If I didn't want you to play, would you do so?"
Frank's position was rather unpleasant, and he showed confusion.
"If there was a reason why you did not want me to play——"