"Because you and I are doomed to a rather intimate comradeship—a companionship far beyond conventions, Yellow-hair. That is what is ahead of us. And you will have enough to weary you without having another item to add to it."
"What item?" At that she became very silent and badly scared. What demon was prompting her to such provocation? Her own effrontery amazed and frightened her, but her words seemed to speak themselves independently of her own volition.
"Yellow-hair," he said, "I think you have guessed all I might have dared say to you were I not on eternal probation."
"Probation?"
"Before a bitterly strict judge."
"Who?"
"Myself, Yellow-hair."
"Oh, Kay! You ARE a boy—nothing more than a boy—"
"Are you in love with me?"
"No," she said, astonished. "I don't think so. What an amazing thing to say to a girl!"