"Don't you want to come in?"
"No."
"Then what made you walk past the house?"
"You know well enough."
"I want you to tell me.... You can come in just five minutes if you want to."
"I—you——"
Judith caught her trailing draperies tighter round her, conscious that they were under observation. "It's not a kimono, it's a negligee. And you've seen my hair in braids before, when I played basket-ball. But you needn't come in unless you want to."
"I don't."
"You're not very nice to me. Willard tried to break in. Rena's been trying to get me by 'phone, to stay all night with me. You're not nice to me at all."
His only reply was a kind of tortured groan, but she seemed content with it. Her voice grew compellingly sweet.