Why should I ?" "Look at me," she insisted.
He did so without embarrassment or hesitation,--it was more than ever apparent that he was entirely truthful.

She leaned back in her chair, laughing softly to herself.
"Oh, my friend Mr.Leonard Tavernake," she exclaimed, "if you were not so crudely, so adorably, so miraculously truthful, what a prig, prig, prig, you would be! The cutlets at last, thank goodness! Your cross-examination is over.

I pronounce you 'Not Guilty!"' During the progress of the rest of the meal, they talked very little.

At its conclusion, Tavernake discharged the bill, having carefully checked each item and tipped the waiter the exact amount which the man had the right to expect.

They ascended the stairs together to the street, the girl lingering a few steps behind.