“He called you: ‘The Symphony in Blue.’”
“Was I in blue?” she asked.
“You were—and looking particularly fit.”
“Was that the first time you had noticed it?” she questioned blandly.
“Do you think so?” he returned.
“I am asking you, sir.”
“Do I impress you as being blind?”
“No, you most assuredly do not!” she laughed.
He looked at her with daring eyes.
“Yes!” she said, “I know you’re intrepid—but you won’t!”