"I will listen to anything, baby mine, but don't call me Mr. Witla. Call me Eugene, will you?"
"Well, now, listen to me, Mr.—Mr.—Eugene."
"Not Mr. Eugene, just Eugene. Now say it. Eugene," he quoted his own name to her.
"Now listen to me, Mr.—now, listen to me, Eugene," she at last forced herself to say, and Eugene stopped her lips with his mouth.
"There," he said.
"Now listen to me," she went on urgently, "you know I am afraid mama will be terribly angry if she finds this out."
"Oh, will she?" interrupted Eugene jocosely.
Suzanne paid no attention to him.
"We have to be very careful. She likes you so much now that if she doesn't come across anything direct, she will never think of anything. She was talking about you only this morning."
"What was she saying?"