“Oh!” cried Darcy hoarsely. “Could you ever make me like that?”
“No.”
Darcy collapsed. “I might have known,” she wailed.
“What do you expect for a nickel, in these days of depreciated currency?” inquired Gloria callously. “It isn’t as simple as it looks.”
“But if you can’t do it for me—”
“I certainly can’t, my dear.”
“Then why did you let me—”
“But if I can’t, perhaps some one else can.”
“Who?”
“You.”