"Not if one doesn't want to."
"You're telling me that I'm a flirt, aren't you?" she said suspiciously.
"I can't tell you anything along that line you don't know already."
"I've a good mind to get angry," she flung back, laughing.
"Don't do that. If it would help I can tell you a lot of nice things I think about you. My word, yes!"
Joyce shot one swift glance at him and saw that he was on the verge of waxing sentimental. That would never do. It was on the cards that she might have to marry Dobyans Verinder but she did not want him making love to her.
"Please don't take the trouble. It's really a matter of no moment."
The young woman made another cast.
"To you."
"I was thinking about me."