“But why should I go out if I don’t want to?” asked the young girl.
“Because I asked you to—”
“Oh, that isn’t a reason, you know,” she laughed again.
“Well, then, because you really would, if I hadn’t asked you, and you only refuse out of a spirit of opposition,” suggested Brook.
“Oh—do you think so? Do you think I generally do just the contrary of what I’m asked to do? ”
“Of course, everybody knows that, who knows you.” Brook seemed amused at the idea.
“If you think that—well, I’ll come, just for a minute, if it’s only to show you that you are quite wrong.”
“Thanks, awfully. Sha’n’t we go for the little walk that was interrupted when my people came the other day?”
“No—it’s too hot, really. I’ll walk as far as the end of the terrace and back—once. Do you mind telling me why you are so tremendously anxious to have me come out this very minute?”
“I’ll tell you—at least, I don’t know that I can—wait till we are outside. I should like to be out with you all the time, you know—and I thought you might come, so I asked you.”