"You said you liked her."
"I merely said, 'I do, too'."
"But she's supposed to understand even when you don't put everything in words."
"When is she supposed to stop this—this necking?"
"She will let you alone when you want to be let alone."
Lucy Hollowell stepped back, patted her platinum hair and glanced at her image in a small mirror. Then she smiled sweetly at Cornith and returned to his side. "Shall we go?" she said.
This sudden change in mood and recovery of self-possession, after her demonstration of a moment before, was more than Cornith could readily grasp. The blonde supplied the answer.
"Her moods change with the situation and needs of the moment."
Cornith scratched his dark head. "I don't know," he commented reflectively. "I didn't think any woman in the world would fit the requirements I put in. At eighteen I thought the whole idea was stupid. I didn't want to get married."