“Maybe you shouldn’t!”
“Well, that afternoon you caught me out here with Mr. Whitford I knew you wouldn’t tell on me. George was a trifle nervous about it. I told him you were the soul of discretion.”
“But—I didn’t see you! I didn’t see you at all! I’m blind in both eyes and I can be deaf and dumb when necessary!”
“Oh, I knew you wouldn’t rush over town telling on me! It’s really not that! It’s because I knew you wouldn’t that I’m wondering what—what—it is that makes even your acquaintances feel that they can rely on you. You know you’re quite a wonderful person. Leila and Millicent were talking about you only yesterday. Not schoolgirl twaddle, but real appreciation!”
“That’s consoling! I’m glad of their good opinion. But you—what did you say?”
“Oh, I said I thought you were disagreeable and conceited and generally unpleasant!” She turned toward him with her indolent laugh. “You know I wouldn’t say anything unkind of you.” This in so low a tone that it was necessary for him to bend his head to hear. His cheek touched the furry edge of her hat thrillingly.
“It seems strange, our being together this way,” she said. “I wish we hadn’t a destination. I’d like to go right on—and on——”
“That would be all right as long as the gas held out!”
“You refuse to take me seriously!”
“I seem doomed to say the wrong thing to you! You’ll have to teach me how to act and what to say.”