“Poor excuse!” teased Lorna. “But run along if you want to have a nice little session at the gate all by your lonies. Gay—”
“Yes?”
“I do think Freeman is in love with you.”
Gay colored.
“Why?” she asked.
“The way he acts, and everything. Don't you think so yourself?”
“Well—he's persistent enough. He's never said anything outright. Not anything much. I don't know whether he loves me or just wants to see how far he can go, Lorna.”
Lorna was silent for a moment.
“I'd say I was glad if he was n't such a—you know, Gay. Flashy. Don't you think he is rather flashy? Not very heavy. He's fast, too. I'd rather have you like Carter Bruce.”
“For all I know he is a thousand miles from thinking anything serious,” Gay answered. “I'm simply not going to take him seriously until he is serious.”