"Will you come to luncheon with me, Miss Bryce?"
She glanced at him speculatively.
"Delighted, Mr. Paxton."
For the rest of the journey, Jerry treated his companion with the most careful consideration. She tried in every way to break down this wall of formality. She sparkled at him, she teased him, she raged at him, she wept, but in vain.
"Jerry, please don't treat me like a lady," she begged.
"You've done nothing to deserve such treatment."
"You used to be so nice to me on the yacht."
"Because you behaved yourself like a kid, and knew your place."
"Did you like my behaviour on the yacht?" in surprise.
"No, but it was an improvement on this dime-novel, moving-picture heroine you're trying out now."