'I said nothing about mistakes. And I always do as well as I can at first,' said Hazel, with a touch of the same impatience.
'My statements did not call for an answer. But I am going to say some other things to which I do want an answer. Shall I go on?'
'You know what they are,' she said.
'I want you,' he went on, speaking slowly and deliberately, 'to give me your promise that you will not waltz any more until the year is out that I spoke of.'
She answered presently, speaking in a measured sort of way,
'That is one thing. The other?'
'I want your promise to the first.'
'Suppose I am not ready to give it?'
'I ask for it, all the same.'
Again she sorted her words.
'Well then—I am not ready,—I mean, not willing. And do not you see—at least, I mean, you do not see—how—unreasoning a request it is?' The adjective gave her some trouble.