"No, I didn't. I'm not sure it was a hammock. I don't know what it was. She remained in sight only a moment."
"Didn't you speak to her?"
"No. . . . We just looked. She looked at me; I gazed at her. She was so unusually pretty, Curtis; and her grave, grey eyes seemed to meet mine and melt deep into me. Somehow——"
"In plainer terms," suggested Langdon, "she gave you the eye. What?"
"That's a peculiarly coarse observation."
"Then tell it your own way."
"I will. The sunlight fell softly upon the trees of the ancient wood——"
"Woodn't that bark you!" shouted Langdon, furious. "Go on with the dolly dialogue or I'll punch your head, you third-rate best seller!"
"But there was no dialogue, Curt. It began and ended in a duet of silence," he added sentimentally.
"Didn't you say anything? Didn't you try to make a date? Aren't you going to see her again?"