"Why didn't you say 'Kelly'?"
"Kelly is too god-like to kiss."
"Oh! So that's the difference! Kelly isn't human; Louis is."
"Kelly, to me," she admitted, "is practically kissless…. I haven't thought about Louis in that regard."
"Consider the matter thoroughly."
"Do you wish me to?" She bent her head, smiling. Then, looking up with enchanting audacity:
"I really don't know, Mr. Neville. Some day when I'm lonely—and if Louis is at home and Kelly is out—you and I might spend an evening together on a moonlit lake and see how much of a human being Louis can be."
She laughed, watching him under the dark lashes, charming mouth mocking him in every curve.
"Do you think you're likely to be lonely to-night?" he asked, surprised at the slight acceleration of his pulses.
"No, I don't. Besides, you'd be only the great god Kelly to me this evening. Besides that I'm going to dinner with Querida, and afterward we're going to see the 'Joy of the Town' at the Folly Theatre."