Everybody spoils you and so do I." "Yes--I am rather in that way, I suppose." "What way ?" "Oh--spoiled." "Stephen!" "Yes ?" And in a lower voice: "Please don't say such things--will you ?" "No." "Especially to me." "Especially to you.

No, I won't, Sylvia." And, after a hesitation, she continued sweetly: "I wonder what you were doing, all alone in that old house of yours, when I called you up ?" "I?
Let me see.

Oh, I was superintending some packing." "Are you going off somewhere ?" "I think so." "Where ?" "I don't know, Sylvia." "Stephen, how absurd! You must know where you are going! If you mean that you don't care to tell me--" "I mean--that." "I decline to be snubbed.

I'm shameless, and I wish to be informed.
Please tell me." "I'd rather not tell you." "Very well.

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