“All right, Nickie!” she called out. “I’ll go with you!”
III
Caswell got into the taxi after her and slammed the door.
“Oh, Pem!” he said. “Pem, you wonderful girl!”
“You know you really are silly!” she protested.
“Then I hope to Heaven I’ll never be anything else! I’d give all the common sense and prudence and so on in the world for one night like this. Hang being sensible, anyhow! Let’s be silly, Pem!”
“I am—I have been—sillier than I ever was before in my life. Don’t, Arthur!”
She felt obliged to object to his putting his arm about her shoulders and kissing her—a very unconvincing little objection, however, to which he paid no attention.
“You do love me, don’t you, Pem?” he asked, and waited a long time. “Pem! I say, Pem! You do love me, don’t you?”
“Oh, I really don’t know!” she cried impatiently.