She drew in a soft breath, filling her chest and expanding her bosom, while she looked at him from under her black hair. Her hands were crossed idly in her lap. Then she looked demurely down.
“Look, Stephanie! Look up! I want to ask you something. You have known something of me for over a year. Do you like me?”
“I think you’re very wonderful,” she murmured.
“Is that all?”
“Isn’t that much?” she smiled, shooting a dull, black-opal look in his direction.
“You wore my bracelet to-day. Were you very glad to get it?”
“Oh yes,” she sighed, with aspirated breath, pretending a kind of suffocation.
“How beautiful you really are!” he said, rising and looking down at her.
She shook her head.
“No.”