"I think I shall find that very easy," he promised, smiling.
"I am quite sure you could be nice if you wanted to," she continued. "How much are you in love with Louise?"
"How much am I what?"
"In love with Louise," she repeated. "All the men are. It is a perfect cult with them. And here am I, her humble companion and friend, absolutely neglected!"
"I don't believe you are neglected at all," he replied. "You are too much too—"
He turned his head to look at her. She was so close to him that their hats collided. He was profuse in his apologies.
"Too what?" she whispered.
"Too attractive," he ventured.
"It's nice to hear you say so," she sighed. "Well, I have to get out here. This is where I live, up on the fourth floor."
"How does one get there?" he inquired.