“Oh, is it?”
“Of course. You wouldn’t leave things as they are, would you? Think of my shrinking susceptibilities, the atrocious significance of your negligence. Really, Phil, I don’t see how you can refuse me!”
Gallatin laughed. He understood her now.
“I’m immensely flattered. I’ll marry you with great pleasure——”
“Oh, thanks.”
“If I ever decide to marry any one.”
“Phil!”
She glanced past him out of the window, smiling. “And you’re not going to marry—any one?”
“No.”
“I was afraid you might be.” She rose and took up her silver bric-a-brac which clanked cheerfully. She had learned what she came for.