"I'd go anywhere in the world and give up anything in the world for a moment with you, Pat."
"Then be here at five o'clock. All the others will be dressing or bathing or gabbling. We'll have the place to ourselves again. Aren't I nice to you, Mr. Scott?"
"How can you call me Mister, after this?"
"I don't know," she said pensively. "It seems more natural. But I suppose I could call you Cary. Cissie did. I was furious at her."
"No need. There's no room for anyone else in my heart or thought but you."
"But you're going to run her over to Philadelphia in your car."
"Am I? I hadn't heard about it."
"Aren't you? What a liar Cissie is! Then you're going to run me over when I go back to school. Will you?"
"Of course. But what will the family think of all this?"