"She wrote her telephone call. There isn't the slightest chance of my using it."
Stephanie laughed:
"He certainly is the nicest, politest boy in all Manhattan, and sister is very, very proud of him. Good-bye, James——"
She offered her lips to him audaciously, bending forward on tip-toe, both hands clasped behind her. But her grey eyes were bright with malice.
"Nice, polite boy," she repeated. "Kiss little sister."
"No," he said gloomily, "I'm fed up on sisterly kisses——"
"You insulting wretch! Do you mean you won't? Then you shall——!"
She started toward him, wrath in her eyes, but he caught her wrists and held her.
"You're altogether too well satisfied with yourself," he said. "You've no emotions inside your very lovely person except discreet ones. Otherwise, you've got the devil inside you and it's getting on my nerves."
"Jim! You beast!"