"I wasn't thinking at all."
"Now, Mr. Engelhardt!" said Naomi, holding up her finger reprovingly. "If you weren't thinking, I should like to know what you were doing?"
"I was waiting for you."
"I know you were. It was very good of you. But you were smiling, too, and I want to know the joke."
"Was I really smiling?"
"Haven't I told you so? Have you signed the pledge against smiles? You look glum enough for anything now."
"Yes?"
"Very much yes! I wish to goodness you'd smile again."
"Oh, I'll do anything you like." He forced up the corners of his mouth, but it was not a smile; his eyes ran into hers like bayonets.