It was an excellent excuse for an outpouring of the heart from Donnegan, but, instead, his eyes twinkled at her.
"You are not frank," he remarked.
She could not help laughing, and her laughter trailed away musically in her excitement.
"Having once let down the bars I cannot keep you at arm's length. After last night I suppose I should never have let you see me for—days and days."
"That's why I'm curious," said Donnegan, "and not flattered. I'm trying to find what purpose you have in taking me riding."
"I wonder," she said thoughtfully, "if you will."
And since such fencing with the wits delighted her, she let all her delight come with a sparkle in her eyes.
"I have one clue."
"Yes?"
"And that is that you may have the old-woman curiosity to find out how many ways a man can tell her that he's fond of her."