"You're doing it now," he said.
She laughed deliciously. "Now? Am I? Yes, I know I am. I've made a lot of men think hard to-night.... I didn't know I could; I never before thought of it.... And—even you, too?... You're not very serious, are you?"
"Yes, I am. I tell you, Geraldine, I'm about as much in love with you as——"
"In love!"
"Yes——"
"No!"
"Yes, I am——"
But she would not have it put so crudely.
"You dear boy," she said, "we'll both be quite sane to-morrow.... No, I don't mind your kissing my hand—I'm dreadfully tired, anyway.... We'll find Kathleen, shall we? My head doesn't buzz much."
"Geraldine," he said, deliberately encircling her waist, "you are only the same small girl I used to know, after all."