“Never mind.”
“But you make me mind. Surely all this can’t be a mere freak on your part. Or is it a joke?”
“No. I’ve a reason for my—my very unlady-like conduct.”
“Strike out the adjective. But what’s the reason?”
“I’d rather not tell.” She resumed her seat, as if she thought the victory won. Her eyes dwelt on the lines of his powerful figure, well set off by his gray flannels. “You are a distinctly good-looking man, but obstinate.”
“And you’re a remarkably lovely girl, but eccentric; very—eccentric.”
“You don’t know my reasons.”
“I’ve asked for them.”
She laughed evasively. “Isn’t it about time to come about?” she said.
“It is. But how do you know that? Are you a witch?”