"Yes," said Vi, grimly, her eyes narrowing.
"Well," said Lewis, "you've heard dad talk. He says marriage is just an insurance policy to the mind of woman."
"Yes," said Vi, "and that the best place to keep it is away from the fire. Your dad's insight is simply weird. But if you think you're going to start on life where he left off, let me tell you you'll be chewing a worn-out cud."
Lewis laughed.
"You would be right if I were to live life over on his lines. But I won't. He doesn't want me to. He never said so, but I just know."
Vi shrugged her shoulders.
"You have a lot of sense," she said. "There's nothing women dislike more. Good-by." She held out her hand and stepped toward him. She seemed to misjudge the distance and half lose her balance. The full length of her quivering body came up against Lewis. He felt her hot, sweet breath almost on his mouth. He flushed. His arms started up from his sides and then dropped again.
"Touch and go!" he gasped.
"Which?" drawled Vi, her mouth almost on his, her wide, gray eyes so near that he closed his to save himself from blindness.
"Better make it 'go,'" said Lewis, and grinned.