"With nail polish?"
"How do you know? Please, Jim, it isn't nice to know so much about the makeshifts indulged in by my sex."
She stood pinching her cheeks and the tiny lobes of her close-set ears, regarding him with beautiful but hostile eyes.
"You know too much, young man. You don't wish to make me afraid of you, do you? Anyway, you are no expert! Once you thought my hair was painted, and my lips, too. If I'd known what you were thinking I'd have made short work of you that rainy afternoon——"
"You did."
She laughed: "You can say nice things, too. Did you really begin to—to care for me that actual afternoon?"
"That actual afternoon."
"A—about what time—if you happen to remember," she asked carelessly.
"About the same second that I first set eyes on you."