"Partly to see my darling, precious Mary Grant and criticise her Prince. Partly——"
"Well?"
"Why does your face suddenly look as if you suspected me of criminal intentions?"
"Don't keep me in suspense, my dear goose!"
"Why not 'duck?' It's a day for ducks. Only you're so afraid of paying me compliments. I see you think you know why I've come. Tell me at once, or I won't play. Be frank."
"You really want frankness?"
"Of course. I'm afraid of nothing."
"Well, then—er—I couldn't help seeing in New York that you and Dick Carleton——"
"Good gracious! if I'm a goose, what are you? There's no word for it. Dick and I flirted—naturally. What are girls and men for?"
"I supposed this was more serious."