"Women are so silly sometimes. I do not know why I was dragged into this," she said.
Dragged into what? Had a crime been committed, or had some one run away with another man's wife? Heavens! we might be eloping and I not know anything about it! I shivered, not with fear, but with a strange elation.
"How could I have done it? How could I? Terrible!"
"It must be," I admitted readily. No, a woman does not elope in her ball-gown. Perhaps we were going after the trunks.
"To think that he would force me into a thing like this!"—vehemently.
"I see that there is nothing left for me to do but to punch his head." I thought I was getting on famously.
She gave me a swift, curious glance.
"Oh, I am brave enough," said I. I wondered if she had noticed that I was a passably good-looking man, as men go.
"What is done is done,"—wearily. "Retrospection will do us no good."