"You--rascal! I 'll wager you wanted to talk, yourself, after a while."
"Of course I did. The minute a woman gets what she wants, she wants--something else."
"What is it now? Me to go home?"
"How distrustful of yourself you are to-night!"
"That's the effect you usually have on me." Brant drew up a chair. "Shirley," he began again abruptly, "do you know what I wish?"
"No."
"Do you want to know it?"
"Not badly."
"You don't care a straw for me, do you?"
"Several straws."