“Then how about it?”
Sally began to regain her composure. Her sense of humour was tickled. She looked at Ginger gravely. He did not meet her eye, but continued to drink in the uniformed official, who was by now so carried away by the romance of it all that he had begun to hum a love-ballad under his breath. The official could not hear what they were saying, and would not have been able to understand it even if he could have heard; but he was an expert in the language of the eyes.
“But isn't this—don't think I am trying to make difficulties—isn't this a little sudden?”
“It's got to be sudden,” said Ginger Kemp, complainingly. “I thought you were going to be here for weeks.”
“But, my infant, my babe, has it occurred to you that we are practically strangers?” She patted his hand tolerantly, causing the uniformed official to heave a tender sigh. “I see what has happened,” she said. “You're mistaking me for some other girl, some girl you know really well, and were properly introduced to. Take a good look at me, and you'll see.”
“If I take a good look at you,” said Ginger, feverishly, “I'm dashed if I'll answer for the consequences.”
“And this is the man I was going to lecture on 'Enterprise.'”
“You're the most wonderful girl I've ever met, dash it!” said Ginger, his gaze still riveted on the official by the door “I dare say it is sudden. I can't help that. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, and there you are!”
“But...”
“Now, look here, I know I'm not much of a chap and all that, but... well, I've just won the deuce of a lot of money in there...”