"Or ice."
At the random hit he glanced sharply at her, but she was looking a little past him, thinking.
"I have tried to get at the reason behind all your reasons," she said. "You came on me in a haphazard fashion, and yet you are not a haphazard sort."
"Do you see nothing serious about me?"
"I see that you are unhappy," said the girl gently. "And I am sorry."
Once again Donnegan was jarred, and he came within an ace of opening his mind to her, of pouring out the truth about Lou Macon. Love is a talking madness in all men and he came within an ace of confessing his troubles.
"Let's go on," she said, loosening her rein.
"Why not cut back in a semicircle toward The Corner?"
"Toward The Corner? No, no!"
There was a brightening of his eye as he noted her shudder of distaste or fear, and she strove to cover her traces.