“Do you adore me, too?” he asked, laughing at her warmth. “You see I’m becoming one of your fixtures here, also.”
In her brown eyes the familiar irresponsible gaiety began to glimmer:
“I do adore you,” she said, “but I’ve no business to.”
“Why not?”
She seated herself on the sofa and cast a veiled glance at him, enchantingly malicious.
“Do you think you know me well enough to adore me?” she inquired with misleading gravity.
“Indeed I do–––”
“Am I as easy to know as that? Jim, you humiliate me.”
“I didn’t say that you are easy to know–––”
“You meant it!” she insisted reproachfully. “You think so, too––just because I let myself be picked up––by a perfectly strange man–––”