"Do you?" she insisted, daring greatly.
"Do I what?"
"Like me as much as you do Con? Half as much, I mean."
"If I did do you think I should tell you?"
"Why shouldn't you? But I thought you were crazy over Con. She thinks so."
Scott hummed one of the passages from the final number of the concert.
"Oh, very well. I'm only making conversation. I don't really want to talk at all. I'd rather think. All the rest of the way home."
Arrived at Holiday Knoll, he stepped from the car and held out a hand to her. "Good-night, Pat."
"Aren't you coming in?"