“Of course she does,” he agreed.
“But she is probably waiting for me,” she added.
“That gives me the strategical position,” he declared cheerfully.
“You should be in the army,” she commented with heightened color.
“What’s the use when you have given me the soldier’s privilege?”
“I?” she exclaimed in astonishment.
“At dinner,” he reminded her.
“I don’t remember,” she murmured, trying hard to recollect the conversation.
“When I spoke of the picture you are painting.”
“You must have been talking to yourself,” she declared with sudden light.