"Yes—until——"
"Until what?"
"You——"
"Go on."
"Shall I say it?"
"Yes."
"Well, then, unless you and I find each other intellectually satisfactory."
"You said only a man—in love with a woman—could find her interesting in that way."
"Yes. What of it?"
"Nothing.... Only I'm afraid you'll have to froth, then," she said, laughing. "I haven't any intention of falling in love with you, Duane, and you'll find me stupid if I don't. Do you know that what you intimate is very horrid?"