"Do you love him, girlie?"
Stuart bent low and looked searchingly into her eyes.
Her fingers slipped lazily over the keys in little touches of half-forgotten songs.
"When I was very, very young, I thought I did. It makes me laugh now. It's wonderful how much we can outgrow, isn't it?"
"I'm glad you've outgrown this."
"Why? He's an awfully nice fellow."
"Perhaps—but I don't like him."
"What's the matter with him?"
"I just don't like him and I don't want you to like him."
"Oh!"