“Yes,” she said sharply.
“Then you don’t care for anybody, eh?”
She blushed up furiously.
“What business is that of yours, I should like to know?” she answered.
“Well, Doll, not much. But will you be angry with me if I say something?”
“I suppose you can say what you like.”
“Yes; but will you listen?”
“If you speak I cannot help hearing.”
“Well, then, Doll—now don’t be angry, dear.”
“O Ernest, how you aggravate me! Can’t you get it out and have done with it?”