"Stop!"
He shrugged resignedly.
"You're always snapping me up with that word," he complained. "You go and hand me an idea and then when I get ready to do something with it you tell me to stop."
"Will you tell me why you persist—in annoying me?"
"Do I? Why, I didn't think you were annoyed at all, back there while we were dancing. You even asked me not to turn you back into the scramble again, but to keep on as your partner."
"I never! You—"
"That's what you started to ask anyhow, ma'am. Because you remember you thanked me for doing it."
She flushed crimson.
"But I intended to do it anyway," he added complacently. "I wasn't going to lose a chance like that. They don't come often. I knew the minute I laid eyes on you that you could dance."
She hastily changed the subject.