“Yes, it does. Tell me it's true, love!”
“It's true. How splendid you are!” She said it with an effect for the world outside of saying it was a lovely day.
He retorted, with the same apparent nonchalance, “How beautiful you are! How good! How divine!”
The conductor, seeing himself apparently forgotten, gave his bell a vicious snap, and his car jolted away.
She started nervously. “There! you've lost your car, Dan.”
“Have I?” asked Mavering, without troubling himself to look after it.
She laughed now, with a faint suggestion of unwillingness in her laugh. “What are you going to do?”
“Walk home with you.”
“No, indeed; you know I can't let you.”
“And are you going to leave me here alone on the street corner, to be run over by the first bicycle that comes along?”