"I don't belong here," she answered.
"For that matter, neither do I, but I dare say I could extend my lease for another half hour—even though it did expire at eleven o'clock."
She came down and faced him.
"Listen," she said. "I don't want to be a nuisance to you and I won't be."
"You will be if you keep going to that door."
"I don't even know your name, but if you look at me like that, with laughter in your eyes—if you play the fool at such a time as this—how can I possibly keep my resolve."
"What resolve?"
"To go away and never come back."
"Come here," said Richard Frencham Altar, "come here at once."
"Oh, please," she pleaded. "Honestly, my dear, I'm not up to much and
I know you are going to think I am. Oh, what are you going to do?"