"She'd think I was here to—to—" he stopped.
"What?" innocently inquired Ethel.
"Make love to you," and he looked earnestly into her eyes.
She met his look quite frankly and astonished him with the question: "Well? Aren't you?"
He rose anxiously: "Ethel!"
"Don't you always?" persisted Ethel.
"Has it seemed like that to you?"
"Yes," she answered candidly. "By insinuation: never straightforwardly."
"Has it offended you?"
"Then you admit it?"