“And if it wasn’t?” she challenged him. There was mockery now in her eyes, and her figure had relaxed.
“You affirm it isn’t?”
“I said if it wasn’t?”
“I guess you win,” said Bob wearily. These extremes of emotion were wearing on the system.
“You mean you wouldn’t, even if I had really, actually—?”
“I mean you certainly do know how to ‘even up’ with a chap. When he doesn’t dare dream of heaven, you suddenly pretend to fling open the golden gates and invite him to enter.”
“Like St. Peter,” said the girl.
“Ah, you are laughing,” said Bob bitterly, and dropped his head. Her assurance was regal. “As if it wasn’t hard enough, anyway, to get you out of my darn-fool head,” he murmured reproachfully.
“Then you reject me?” said the girl, moving toward the entrance. “Good! I mean, bad! So humiliating to have been rejected! Good night, Mr. Bennett. No—it isn’t necessary for you to accompany me to the house. I really couldn’t think of troubling you after your unkind refusal to—”
Bob groaned. “I say, there is always your aunt, you know, who can ask me to vacate the—” he called out.