"And then,——" she went on.
"I suppose he kissed you!" Maynadier exclaimed.
"No!" she said—"No, he only proposed—Oh! he did it much nicer than you, Dick! No man could ever have done it better."
"And what did you do?" said Maynadier, frowning.
"What do you think I did?"
He made a gesture, signifying that she might have done anything.
She laughed softly, and slipped her hand through his arm.
"You are a little, just a little jealous, dear,—confess it?" she said.
"No—I am not exactly jealous—but, oh hang it! Judith, what did you do?"