“And I'm a little too funny sometimes, I'm afraid.”
“No, you never are. When?”
“That night at the Trevors'. You didn't like it.”
“I thought Miss Anderson was rather ridiculous,” said Alice. “I don't like buffoonery in women.”
“Nor I in men,” said Mavering, smiling. “I've dropped it.”
“Well, now we must part. I must go home at once,” said Alice. “It's perfectly insane.”
“Oh no, not yet; not till we've said something else; not till we've changed the subject.”
“What subject?”
“Miss Anderson.”
Alice laughed and blushed, but she was not vexed. She liked to have him understand her. “Well, now,” she said, as if that were the next thing, “I'm going to cross here at once and walk up the other pavement, and you must go back through the Garden; or else I shall never get away from you.”