“Any reason you can think of why I should be?” he muttered.
“Thousands,” she laughed, purposely oblivious. “The joy of living——”
“Oh, rot, Jane!”
“Coley! You’re not polite!”
“Oh, you know what I mean well enough,” he insisted sulkily.
“Do I? Please explain.”
“Don’t you know, this is the first time I’ve been with you alone—since the woods?” he stammered.
Jane laughed.
“I’m sorry I have such a bad effect on you. You asked me to come, you know.”