"You're seeing me now, aren't you?"
"Yes. But I can't talk about them all—at once."
"You've made a pretty good start, I should say."
Jerry laughed. "I have, haven't I? That's the way I always do when I'm with you."
"Always?" she inquired, raising her brows with a show of dignity. "Do you realize that I have only met you once—twice before in my life—and then most informally?"
"I feel as if I'd known you always."
"But you haven't. And I'm beginning to think I don't know you at all."
"But you do, better than anybody almost. It was awfully good of you to come here with me today—after my meeting you the way I did. I ought to apologize. Girls don't like to go with fellows when they come out of saloons, but I wasn't drinking, you know."
"Oh, weren't you?"
"No," he said hastily. And then to cover a possible misconception of his meaning, "But of course I would drink, if I wanted to. I don't see any difference between having a drink at Finnegan's and having it in a club uptown."