"I wish I had. It was a perfectly shameless performance. If you ever do it again I shall keep count—out loud!"
"Is that all you'll do?"
"What else is there to do?" she inquired, smiling a trifle uneasily.
"You might find it in your heart to respond."
"How can my heart hold any more of you than it does and always has?" she asked with pretty impatience.
"Can't you love me?"
"I don't know how to any more than I do."
"But you did not find it agreeable when I kissed you."
"I—don't know what I felt.... We always kissed." She began to laugh. "I enjoyed that; but I don't think you did, always. You sometimes looked rather bored, Jim."
"I'm getting well paid back," he said.