"Well, yes—for some things."
"Would you think me an awful brute if I said I wanted you to go?"
He gave her a little queer, puzzled look.
"I wouldn't think you a brute whatever you wanted. Do you mind my smoking a cigarette?"
"No."
She waited.
"Steven—
"I wish I hadn't made you stay."
"You're not making me stay."
"I mean—that time. Do you remember?"