"I would, gladly, if I could guess what would interest you."
"Yourself. Tell me about yourself," she commanded.
"It would bore you," he responded tritely, confused.
"No; you interest me very much." She made the statement quietly, contemptuous of coquetry.
"Very well, then; I am Philip Kirkwood, an American."
"Nothing more?"
"Little worth retailing."
"I'm sorry."
"Why?" he demanded, piqued.
"Because you have merely indicated that you are a wealthy American."