“And she said?”
He gave a loud laugh. “She said, ‘Drive me home!’”
Mrs. Sloan’s eyes were briefly amused. “That all?”
“Not quite. She said if I were the last man on earth, why then, maybe, for the sake of the species, she’d consent.”
“Spirit.”
“Plenty. Maybe too much. If you want to know, Muzz, I’m fairly crazy about that girl, and she is totally uncrazy about me. I’ve tried all the tricks, and first base in still the other side of the moon.”
Mrs. Sloan considered that for a full minute. “Do you think you would marry her, if she did assent?”
“Search me. Maybe.”
“Suppose I added a mother’s urging?”
“You can’t hit women on the head with a club and drag them home any more. That’s just an old New Yorker joke.”