"So is he," was the defiant reply. "He's eternally young. That's what I love in him. I loved him the first time I ever saw him and I've never stopped. But if you've come here looking for a common kept-woman——"
"I haven't. Oh, I haven't!" broke in Pat, squirming.
"Anyway, you know all about me now. All except my name, Edna Carroll. What are you going to tell your family?"
"Not a word."
"Aren't you? You're a strange little witch."
"Do you like me a little?" asked Pat, slant-eyed and demure.
"Yes; I do. You're very like Ralph in some ways."
"Then may I come again?"
"No."
"Why not?"