"What you talking about?" he demanded, scowling and withdrawing his hand.
"You—and me—us. If I married you, it's twenty to one our marriage would be unhappy. There's too much of the animal in you, Jack."
"You listen to me, Sally. I tell you I love you and I'm going to have you."
"I said you only wanted to possess me," she observed placidly.
"Dammit, I tell you——"
"That's right, swear," she interrupted. "A man always does that when he can't think of anything else to say."
"I'm gonna marry you," he persisted sullenly.
"If it does you any good, keep right on thinking so. It can't hurt me."
"Has Bill Wingo——" he began, but sensed his mistake and stopped—too late.
"You mean am I in love with Billy Wingo?" she put in helpfully. "My answer is, not at present."