“Oh, I’m very disobedient,” she said innocently. “If I wanted to see you I’d do it.”
“But do you?”
“I—I am not sure. Do you want to see me?”
His answer was stammered and almost incoherent. That, and the color in his face and the something in his eyes, interested her.
“Do you really find me so attractive?” she asked, looking him directly in the eyes. “You must answer me quickly; see how dark it is growing! I must go. Tell me, do you like me?”
“I never cared so much for—for any woman——.”
She dimpled with delight and lay back regarding him under level, unembarrassed brows.
“That is very pleasant,” she said. “I’ve often wished that a man—of your kind—would say that to me. I do wish we could be together a great deal, because you like me so much already and I truly do find you agreeable.... Say it to me again—about how much you like me.”
“I—I—there is no woman—none I ever saw so—so interesting.... I mean more than that.”
“Say it then.”