"It is perfectly safe to tempt you—here."
"It may not be on the piazza."
"The temptation passes when we leave this room," she enjoined.
"I am not so sure," he threatened.
The hostess arose.
"Does it pass?" Stephanie asked.
He only smiled, and drew out her chair.
"Does it pass?" she repeated as she faced him.
His only answer was another smile.
"Very well, sir; I'll not go on the piazza with you until you acquiesce—and neither will I arrange that we are quite alone, as I had intended."