"You see, it's like this; if you and I were alone together for a month, or longer----"
"I'd be willing to make it longer."
"Would you?"
She looked at him with shining eyes.
"Rodney, you're a dear. If we were to be alone together for so long as that, we should have to alter the pace. I fancy that where a man and a woman are concerned it's the pace that kills."
"What do you mean by that, oh, wise one?"
"If you had one pound of chocs to eat you might gobble them down as fast as you please, and no harm would be done."
"You've tried it?"
"Perhaps! But if you had a ton you would have to go, oh so carefully, or you would be so sick. But we meet so seldom that when we do we want to gobble; I know that, so far as I am concerned, I want to get as much of you as I possibly can during the short time we are together."
"Same here--only more so."