“Perhaps I do.” The suggestion flattered him.
“So do I, and I’d like to know what I’m standing for, too. I’m too fly to bounce, kiddie. Get me?”
“No,” he replied. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” He hated confessing this, but it was no less than the truth.
“Of—course—not,” she drawled the syllables, and leaned against his shoulder with fingers that travelled caressingly over his wrist and palm.
“O God!” exclaimed Wynne. “I see.” A kind of fear possessed him and he backed a pace.
“What’s the matter now?”
“Only—only that I’m a fool. I must be. You’re Adventure, aren’t you? Commercial Adventure?”
“Now then! Who are you calling names?”
“I must be a fool.”
This concerned him most, and provided him with courage.