"Does he always?"
"He always does now. It's the air, I fancy."
CHAPTER XXI
THE DEPARTURE
But pout as she might, she could not prevail with James, whose vanity had been scratched.
"My dear girl, I'd sooner perish," he said. "Give up a jolly walk because Jimmy Urquhart talks about my heart and his own neck—preposterous! Besides, there's nothing in it."
"But, James," she said, "if I ask you—"
He kissed the back of her neck. She was before the glass, busy with her hair. "You don't ask me. You wouldn't ask me. No woman wants to make a fool of a man. If she does, she's a vampire."