“But I wish you to go by your watch, now. Look!”
“Alice!” he cried, in pure rapture.
“Look!”
“It's a quarter of one.”
“And we've been three hours together already! Now you must simply fly. If you came home with me I should be sure to let you come in, and if I don't see mamma alone first, I shall die. Can't you understand?”
“No; but I can do the next best thing: I can misunderstand. You want to be rid of me.”
“Shall you be rid of me when we've parted?” she asked, with an inner thrill of earnestness in her gay tone.
“Alice!”
“You know I didn't mean it, Dan.”
“Say it again.”