“Sure.”
There is another silence, until she has to object again.
“Really,” she protests, “I don’t know what’s the matter with you tonight. You’ve never acted like this before.”
“I’m terribly sorry, really. I couldn’t stand it if I thought I’d offended you. We’ve been good friends; I don’t see why I have to spoil it like this.”
“Oh, it’s all right. I understand.”
“You’re awfully sweet, do you know it?”
“Am I really?”
“Much sweeter than anybody else.”
“Silly!”
“Ann, I do love you.”