"Don't fall all over yourself with unbridled enthusiasm," she jeered. "You've got to give three more rousing cheers than that to wake me up."
"Just at present I'm busy with the car. But to-night is coming. What dances will you give me?"
"The lucky numbers. Seven and Eleven. Aren't you flattered?"
"Almost as much flattered as I am delighted."
She twisted in her seat to confront him. "Cary Scott, you're a good bluffer, but it doesn't go with me. You haven't fallen for me one little bit!"
"I? Like an avalanche," he protested. "I find you as charming as you are—startling."
"Ah, that startling stuff; you know what that is, don't you?"
"I'm not sure that I do."
"I'm showing you my line; that's all."
"And now I find you bewildering. Be kind to the stupidity of one who has not yet become fully acclimated to his own amazing country."