“I see now,” he answered soberly. “They’ll think I’m getting fresh with you?”
“They’ll think I’m letting you get fresh,” she answered, lowering her eyes.
“But you don’t think that yourself?”
“I don’t know,” she answered slowly. “I used to think I could tell; but now––oh, I don’t know!”
“But good Heavens! you’ve been a regular little trump to me. You’ve even lent me the money to buy my lunches with. Do you think any man could be so low down––”
“Those things aren’t fit to eat when they’re cold,” she warned him.
He shoved his plate aside and leaned toward her. “Do you think––”
“No, no, no!” she exclaimed. “Only, it isn’t what I think that matters.”
“That’s the only thing in this case that does matter,” he returned.