She laughed at this, and she said: "I am woman enough to like that sort of talk, but I don't like you."
"You like my talk, but don't like me. Why this discrepancy? Why don't you like me?"
"Oh, I don't know. You give me the creeps."
"You are very frank."
"Oh, the creeps would make anybody frank."
Bodney appeared at the door and cleared his throat to attract attention, and he was bold enough to ask her if she had got through with him. "Long ago," she answered. "And now you may have him."
Goyle bowed to her. "Mr. Bodney and I may go out of town for a day or two—or, at least, I may. Will you permit me to hope to see you upon my return?"
"Oh, certainly," she said, and he felt that at last he was making some sort of progress. "I thank you," he replied.
But there was something more to follow. "You can hope that you may, and I will hope that you may not," she said.
Goyle bowed, and looked at her, admiringly. "Miss Needle-tongue," he said. "But you catch me."