"Yes, I think I have. I love lots of things; still that does not prevent one from having a bad temper."
"Jane?"
"Yes."
"Step on the car; let me have just one kiss," he spoke pleadingly.
"No, it would not be right; we are strangers."
"I hope not. I feel as though I were parting from an old and valued friend."
"I'll shake hands with you," she said.
He leaned over the side of the car and took her hand; he drew her toward him; she slipped away.
"Not yet," she said. "Someday, perhaps, when I know who and what you are."
"And if I prove desirable in every way, what then?" he asked eagerly.