She kept her eyes fixed rigidly on the plate before her, not daring to look up, or meet his glance.
"Suppose you haven't taken too much for granted," he suggested quietly.
"Well ?" she raised her head--tried to look with unconcern into his eyes--failed.

Then her head dropped again.
"I should say--don't marry him--not yet--wait.

The harm that is done by waiting is measurable by inches.Wait.How old are you?
Is that rude?
No--of course it isn't.

It's only rude when a woman's got to answer you with a lie.

How old are you?
Twenty ?" "Twenty-one." "Twenty-one! I was fifteen when you first woke up and yelled." She threw back her head and laughed.
"Why do you laugh ?" "You say such funny things sometimes." "I remember the first joke I made you thought was bad taste." She looked at him.