“Well, perhaps I am,” he said with a careless laugh; “without boasting, she is certainly infatuated with me, and I—I love to be with her, hold her hand and clasp her waist, and all that sort of thing, but whether you call that love or not I do not know.”
“Why, you do not mean to say you have gone as far as that?” I asked, in surprise, for I had never supposed that Lulie, with all her infatuation, would permit such liberties.
“Umph! I should think I had; and I count myself deucedly fortunate; for it isn’t every day a fellow kisses such lips as hers.”
“Frank, you shock me.”
“Do I? Oh, Lulie is very prudent, with every one else; but you see with her betrothed she feels a little freer. By the way, John, how did you make it with Miss Carrover?”
“I had a pretty fair game,” I replied, cautiously, for I did not wish to be communicative. “Did you try your hand there?”
“Only a little,” he replied; “a stolen kiss or two and a half squeeze was all I got from her. Ellerton had it out with her though.”
“You surprise me,” I said. “I thought she was very chary of her favors.”
“Chary, the devil! I could tell you of a dozen men in college who were engaged to her. She lived on flirtation. ‘Twas reported that you were swamped terribly. They say you were the only one in earnest.”