“Jean, do you love me?”
“Well, if you simply have to know, I guess I do.”
“Thank you very much. Now I’ll get up on top of that wall where the cedars are, and light my lantern, and wave till some launch sees us.”
“You’ll do nothing of the sort, Marvin Mahan, because I’m never going to marry you, and because you’ll freeze to death up there. You’ll just sit here and keep me warm.”
“Never going to marry me? Whatever put that into your head?”
“I’m not going to tell you.”
“Is it because my father has money?”
“No.”
“Is it because you don’t trust me?”
“No. Stop shivering that way. I can’t stand it.”