Frost flushed. He opened his mouth, but Wolfe was in ahead:
“Miss Mitchell didn’t beg off. Of course, she has good nerves.”
The sylph leveled her eyes at him. “There’s nothing wrong with my nerves. But this cheap — oh, well. I eat candy. I much prefer caramels, and since I work as a model and have to be careful too, I confine myself to them.”
“Chocolate caramels? Nut caramels?”
“Any kind. Caramels. I like to chew them.”
“How often do you eat them?”
“Maybe once a week.”
“Do you buy them yourself?”
“No. I don’t get a chance to. My cousin knows my preference, and he sends me boxes of Carlatti’s. Too often. I have to give most of them away.”
“You are very fond of them?”