"No," said Pat, in self-protective panic. She could not make herself look at him.
"When are you coming again?"
"I don't know," she answered, and popped into her car as if it were sanctuary. Wayward thoughts of his flame-deep eyes, his persuasive speech, the subtle passion of his music made restless many nights for her thereafter. Edna Carroll, suspecting the progress of the affair, questioned her.
"What are you up to with Leo?"
"Just playing around."
"With fire?"
"He's got it all right, the fire. I wonder if it's the divine fire?"
"How seriously are you thinking of him, Pat?" Edna's piquant face was anxious. "You wouldn't marry him?"
"Are you afraid for me?"