"Oh, don't be so smart!" she said. "You always talk as though you owned me."
"I do," he said jestingly.
"Do you?" she flared. "There are others."
"Well, whenever you're ready you can have them. I'm willing."
The tone cut her, though actually it was only an ill-timed bit of teasing, more kindly meant than it sounded.
"Well, I'm ready now. You needn't come to see me unless you want to. I can get along."
She tossed her head.
"Don't be foolish, Margy," he said, seeing the ill wind he had aroused. "You don't mean that."
"Don't I? Well, we'll see." She walked away from him to another corner of the room. He followed her, but her anger re-aroused his opposition. "Oh, all right," he said after a time. "I guess I'd better be going."
She made no response, neither pleas nor suggestions. He went and secured his hat and coat and came back. "Want to kiss me good-bye?" he inquired.