"I thought so."
"Why?" he asked.
"Oh, I suppose it was one of those obsessed premonitions——"
"You are laughing at me, Miss Gay."
"Am I? Why?"
"Why? How on earth is a man to know why? I don't know why you do it, but you do—all the time."
"Not all the time, Mr. Seabury, because I don't know you well enough."
"But you know my sister!"
"Yes. She is a dear."
"Won't that introduce me? And, besides, you know Jack Austin——"