“I’m not either. I’m afraid I’ll wake up.”
“You’re not the person with the glowering eyes,” she went on, “and the—the stubbly chin—or the slouch hat and smelly pipe——”
“I’m too happy to glower. I couldn’t if I wanted to. But I’ve got the hat and the smelly pipe. I can make the chin stubbly again—if you’ll only wait a few days.”
“I don’t think I—I’d like it stubbly now.”
He laughed. But she stopped him again.
“I—I wish you’d tell me——”
She paused and he questioned.
“Something bothers me dreadfully.”
“What?”
“You didn’t think—when you—came with me to-night—that I could be convinced—that you could—could win so easily, did you?”