“And the bracelet watch?”
“Do you remember the Juliet costume?” David’s eyes kindled at the reminiscence. “How wonderful she was in it.”
Margaret drew her feet up on the couch suddenly, and clasped her hands about her knees. David laughed.
“I haven’t seen you do that for years,” he said.
“What?”
“Hump yourself in that cryptic way.”
“Haven’t you?” she said. “I was just wondering—” but she stopped herself suddenly.
“Wondering what?” David was watching her narrowly, and perceiving it, she flushed.
“This is not my idea of an interesting conversation,” she said; “it’s getting too personal.”
“I can remember the time when you told me that you didn’t find things interesting unless they were personal. ‘I like things very personal,’ you said—in those words.”