“Do you counsel me to learn of these arts?”
“No, not of drinking—certainly not, Mr. Rust.”
“If we eliminate the drinking, that only leaves the love.”
“Oh, but I—I didn’t say that I—I don’t wish to counsel you at all. You twist about everything I say.”
“And you twist about every man you meet,” retorted Adam.
“Oh, I do not!” she objected. “How rude you are to say so. I don’t even like all the men I meet, and if I did——”
“You mean, then, that you twist only the ones like myself, that you like.”
“I don’t! I——You make me say things I don’t want to say.”
“Then I shall make you say that you love me desperately,” said Adam, complacently.
“Mr. Rust!” she gasped. “I—I—I——”