I'm not a stranger." "A mere acquaintance then," said Sylvia.
"That won't do either.

It doesn't apply to me." "Then I'll have to alter the classification." She broke into a soft laugh.

"It's difficult to think of a term to fit; would you like to suggest something ?" Several epithets occurred to the man, but he feared to make too rash a venture.
"Well," he said, "would you object to--confidential friend ?" Sylvia's smile seemed to taunt him.
"Certainly; it goes too far.

One doesn't become a confidential friend in a very limited time." "I've known it happen in a few days." "Friendships of that kind don't last.

In a little while you find you have been deceived.