"There is no possible doubt that you're being entertained!" she laughed. "How does Dev like it—is he being entertained also?"
"Sure—anything entertains him until he tires of it."
"He has not tired of Miss Emerson yet—and it has been a long time for him. In the normal run, he should have butter-flied away to half-a-dozen girls."
"He has never before had a Marcia Emerson to keep him on the jump," said Burgoyne. "He is used to having the girls go down before his money and birth like scuttle-pins. She is a new experience for him—and he's half tempted to become serious. If I press him too close he may become serious, and I don't want that to happen—just yet."
"Till you know if you want it to happen ever?" she laughed. "Do you fancy that Marcia Emerson doesn't know—or at least suspect?"
"I haven't thought," he admitted,—"except that she hasn't yet made up her mind about Devereux. If she concludes that she wants him she'll get him without the least difficulty, I'm sure."
"And if she concludes that she wants—someone else?"
"Meaning me?" he inquired blandly.
"Meaning you," she replied.