"What are you doing there?"
"Absolutely nothing. Reading the Evening Post."
"You are dining out I suppose?"
"No."
She reflected until he spoke again, asking if she was still there.
"Oh, yes; I'm trying to think whether I want you to come around and share a solitary dinner with me. Do I want you?"
"Just a little—don't you?"
"Do you want to come?"
"Yes."
"Very much?"