"Now may I be your leading lady ?" she asked.
"My leading lady, not only in my next picture, but for life," he replied.
There was a pretty little scene in which the wager was paid.

Merton studied it.

Twice again, that evening, he studied it.

He was doubtful.
It would seem queer to take a girl around the waist that way and kiss her so slowly.

Maybe he could learn.