“You’re a kind of ridiculous boy.”
“Don’t you like me a little bit?”
“Yes, a little.”
“What did you get engaged to me for if you only like me a little?”
“Ought not to be engaged to you. That’s one of the things I want to talk to you about.”
“Well, you are engaged to me, and that’s one 170 of the things I don’t care to discuss—even with you.”
“Oh! Billy,” Caroline sighed, “why can’t we be just good friends and see a good deal of each other without this perpetual argument about getting married?”
“I don’t know why we can’t, but we can’t,” Billy said firmly. “What was the other thing you wanted to talk to me about?”
“Nancy’s affairs. The reckless—the criminal way she is running that restaurant, and the unthinkable expenditure of money involved. I can’t sleep at night thinking of it.”
“And I thought this was going to be a pleasant evening,” Billy cried to the stars.