"True," he fenced desperately, "but that was a long time ago; and how could I be sure you hadn't changed your mind? Besides, you know, I mustn't monopolise you. If I do...."
"Well?" she inquired sweetly as he paused on the lip of a break.
"Why, if I do—ah—"
"If you're afraid people will talk about us, seeing us so much together, you needn't worry. They're doing that now."
"Why, Josie!"
"Yes, they are. We've been going together so long, and then suddenly you don't seem to care about—care to be alone with me at all. This is the first chance I've had to talk to you, when there wasn't somebody else round, for I don't know how long. And even now you don't seem glad to see me."
"You should know I am...."
"You don't act like it."
"It's so unexpected," he muttered wretchedly.
"You didn't really think I wanted Roland Barnette to go home with me Wednesday night, did you, Nat?"