"I can't imagine——"
"Oh, Duane, be honest! And I'll tell you flatly—if you do misbehave. Just because I don't particularly desire to rush into your arms——"
"But I haven't threatened to."
Unconsciously she laid her hand on his arm again, slipping it a little way under.
"You're just as you were years ago—just the dearest of playmates. We're not too old to play, are we?"
"I can't with you; it's too dangerous."
"What nonsense! Yes, you can. You like me for my intelligence in spite of what you say about men and women——"
"I wouldn't care for your intelligence if I were not in——"
"Duane, stop, please!"
"In danger," he continued blandly, "of proving my proposition."