Only he's a sort of a pig to keep you away from--others----" "Other--_pigs_ ?" He turned sharply, seized her, and forcibly turned her toward the light.
She made no effort to control her laughter, excusing it between breaths: "I didn't mean to turn what you said into ridicule; it came out before I meant it....

Do let me laugh a little, Duane.

I simply cannot care about anything serious for a while--I want to be frivolous----" "Don't laugh so loud," he whispered.
She released his arm and sank down on a marble seat behind the flowering oleanders.
"Why are you so disagreeable ?" she pouted.

"I know I'm a perfect fool, and the champagne has gone to my silly head--and you'll never catch me this way again....

Don't scowl at me.