She shook her head.
"I can't tell; I can't tell anything about you!"
"You were not very nice to me at the luncheon!" he said irrelevantly.
"I know it!"
"You would hardly speak to me!"
"No."
"Why?"
"Shall I tell you? Because—because you are too strong for me!" she said solemnly, her eyes growing curiously round and large.
He laughed.
"Now, Miss Mischief, that's too evident!"