"You're so mysterious, so whimsical, so detached, so romantic."
"Take care!" she warned severely. "You aren't trying to swim off the island, are you?"
I opened my eyes at this.
"You still hold me to my promise—after yesterday?"
"Why not?" she said, a little blankly.
"Why, I thought we were well off the island—at least you were. I thought that you had given up the game."
"Why?" she asked, looking at me directly, in seeming surprise. "I think you must have mistaken my meaning."
I couldn't quite get it. "You asked me all sorts of questions, anyway, you know," I ventured.
Her eyes begged for mercy. "I'm sorry if I was impertinent——"
"Oh, I don't mean that, of course. You couldn't be. You had a perfect right to ask, of course."