She said, laughing: “Well, you never saw me turn a cart-wheel!”
“Only a moral one,” he replied airily.
“Stephen, what on earth do you mean? You're not going to be disagreeable, are you?”
“I am going to be so agreeable,” he said, laughing, “that you will find it very difficult to tear yourself away.”
“I have no doubt of it, but I must, and very soon.”
“I'm not going to let you.”
“It can't be helped,” she said, looking up at him. “I came in with Leila. We're asked to Lenox for the week's end. We go to Stockbridge on the early train to-morrow morning.
“I don't care,” he said doggedly; “I'm not going to let you go yet.”
“If I took to my heels here in the park would you chase me, Stephen?” she asked with mock anxiety.
“Yes; and if I couldn't run fast enough I'd call that policeman. Now do you begin to understand?”