"You can take it from me," said this voice, "that it doesn't do a man a bit of good to go on hanging about a girl and worrying her when she doesn't want him."
"You mean—she doesn't like me?"
"Like you? As far as I know she likes you well enough."
"Then—for the life of me I can't see why—"
"Liking a man isn't wanting him. And you're not going the way to make Winny want you."
"Oh—"
He had drawn up in the middle of the pavement just to consider whether, after all, there wasn't something in it.
"You're—you're not offended?" Her voice implored now and pleaded.
"That's all right."
"Well—if you're sure you're not—would you mind seeing me home?"