"I—I think so."
Miss Norcross spoke uncertainly. She was not quite clear concerning even such a matter as air.
Pete skillfully lighted a cigarette without checking the car's pace. He smoked in silence for several blocks.
"How did you like our little party?" he inquired.
No answer.
"He didn't mean any harm; that was only his way of being democratic."
There was no comment from Miss Norcross.
"Of course," mused Pete, "when you take the warm and impulsive Neapolitan nature and stack it up against the New England conscience you produce a contact of opposites. Looking at the matter impartially——"
"Please stop talking to me."
"Why?"