“Do I?”
“Umps!”
“Don’t believe it,” said Wynne. “You’re up to some mischief, you are.”
Esme pouted and looked at him demurely for just the right length of time.
“I’m not.”
“Oh, yes you are.”
Esme hesitated. “Well, I can’t help liking you.”
“Heroic announcement of an infatuated young lady. And now what good purpose do you suppose that will serve?”
“No good.”
“At the first guess!”