"You'd run away."
"No, I wouldn't," he smiled encouragingly.
"Yes, you would. And leave your pipe on Plato!"
He laughed. "Was I rude? But I didn't know you then. Come to-morrow afternoon and show you've forgiven me."
The new interest was sufficiently tempting. But her maidenliness held back. "I'll come with your mother."
Disgust lent him wit. "You're her companion—not she yours."
"True. Nor I yours."
"Then I'll come here."
"Bringing the Plato and the folios—?"
"Why not? You can't forbid me my own drawing-room."