"No, silly, of course I don't mean that. We'll go on just as before, friends, comrades, pals."
"When we love each other—when we've told each other we love each other?"
"Certainly. What's that got to do with it?"
"It would be the merest pretense," he declared solemnly.
"Then let's begin the pretense now, and go up and throw a peanut at the elephant. Come along." She hooked her arm into his. Her levity of behavior undoubtedly got past him at times.
"Georgia"—he was once more on the verge of remonstrance—"if you cared as you say you do, if you loved me as I l——"
She unhooked her arm and now she was serious enough.
"Don't you understand," she said, "what I mean? We can't talk about that any more."
"You mean not at all?"
"Precisely."