He hesitated, then laughed a little.
“I don't know,” he said. “I didn't mean to say that, exactly. Of course, that fact is that I'm rather glad you are not a debutante. You would be giving me odds and ends of dances if you were, you know, and shifting me as fast as possible. As it is—”
The coquetry which is a shallow woman's substitute for passion stirred in her.
“Well? I'm awfully interested.”
He turned and faced her.
“I wonder if you are!”
“Go on, Roddie. As it is??”
“As it is,” he said, rather rapidly, “you give me a great deal of happiness. I can't say all I would like to, but just being with you—Natalie, I wonder if you know how much it means to me to see you every day.”
“I like it, or I wouldn't do it.”
“But—I wonder if it means anything to you?”