"I don't care anything about that," said Folly, calmly. "I'm going to have Lew because—well, just because I want him."
"And I say you 're not."
"So?" said Folly, her eyes narrowing. Then she smiled and added,
"There's only one way you can stop me"
"How's that?" said Leighton.
"By making me want somebody else more."
Leighton looked at her keenly for a moment.
"I shall never do that," he said.
"Somehow," said Folly, still smiling, "you've made a fair start. It isn't you exactly. It's that you are just Lew—the whole of Lew and a lot of things added."
"You are blind," said Leighton; "you don't know the difference between addition and subtraction. Anyway, even if I could do it, I wouldn't. I want to fight fair—fair with Lew, fair with you, if you're fair with me, and fair with myself. But I want to fight, not play. Will you lunch at our place to-morrow?"
"Let's see. To-morrow," said Folly, tapping her lips to hide a tiny yawn. "Well, we can't fight unless we get together, can we? Yes, I'll come."