"Because you are just dying to tell me." She was piquant.
"I vow I'm not. I won't tell you!"
"All right," she returned, quickening her pace.
"Really, now, don't you wish to know what I have been thinking about?" He stepped nearer to her.
"I'm not the least bit concerned," she answered with airy indifference. "I wouldn't know for anything."
"Then I'll tell you. I was just thinking what fun it would be to meet you in society, and have a rattling flirtation with you."
"Indeed!" She lifted her head. "You'd find Greek had met Greek."
"I've no doubt. That would be the fun of it."
"And you might die of a broken heart." Her tone was full of laughter.
"That's what I'm doing already." He looked comical. "And you take no pity on me."