“You are worse and worse.”
She came across the room to the couch where I was sitting talking to Emily, and put her arm around my neck.
“Isn’t it time to go home, Pat?” she asked.
“Half past eight—quite early,” said I.
“But I believe—I think I ought to be home now,” she said.
“Don’t go,” said he.
“Why?” I asked.
“Stay to supper,” urged Emily.
“But I believe——” she hesitated.
“She has another fish to fry,” I said.