"Palm Beach?"
"And then?"
"Oh! Have you the effrontery to tell me to my face that you'll be in the same mind about me three weeks hence?"
"I have."
"Do you expect me to believe you?"
"I don't know—what to expect—of you, of myself," he said so quietly that she looked up quickly.
"Mr. Quarren! Are you a sentimental man? I had mentally absolved you from that preconception of mine—among other apparently unmerited ideas concerning you."
"I suppose you'll arise and flee if I tell you that you're different from other women," he said.
"You wouldn't be such an idiot as to tell me that, would you?"