Douglas reddened. “It has been my lot in life to have to take things seriously. I’m not such a Puritan as you evidently think me.”
“Come and see me, and perhaps on better acquaintance”—she paused.
“What?”
“You will improve.” Her charming, roguish smile robbed the words of their sting.
“You think then that I am an acquired taste?”
“I have not seen enough of you to know.”
“When may I call on you?”
She parried the question with another.
“Why did you leave Paris without saying good-bye to me?”