"I wish you to remember, Miss Gantry—" he began,
"Don't fret," she impatiently interrupted. "I'll not forget 'Miss Gantry,' and I wish you wouldn't so often. 'Dodie,' 'Dodie,' 'Dodie,' all the evening. It's monotonous."
"Indeed. Am I to infer, Miss Gantry, that you are foolish enough to play fast and loose with me?"
"You're so fast, how could I loose you?" she punned.
He muttered a French oath.
"Naughty! Naughty!" she mocked. "Swearing in French, when you know I don't speak it! Why not say, 'damn it' right out? That would sound better."
"See here, Dodie," he warned. "I've stood enough of this. You know you're just dying to say 'yes.' But let me tell you, if you permit this chance to slip by—"
"Oh, run along, do!" she exclaimed. "I want to think, and it's impossible with you around."
"Think?" he retorted. "I know better. What you want is a chance to coquet with him."
He looked about at Blake, with a wry twist in his lower lip.