"I'm really very much obliged to Coventry," he remarked, by way of opening
the conversation.
"Are you?" she replied innocently. "What for?"
"Why, for saving you for me, of course. I couldn't possibly have got there
in time myself. And I don't like losing my belongings"--placidly.
She stared at him.
"If you're referring to me," she said aloofly, "I'm not your 'belongings.'"
His bright blue eyes flashed over her, and for a moment his face seemed to
wake up as he responded swiftly:
"But you will be--some day. So"--with a resumption of his former
placidity--"as I said, I'm very much obliged to Coventry for saving you
for me."
"Brett, don't be so ridiculous! It isn't even funny to make jokes like
that," she answered with some impatience.
He remained quite unperturbed.
"I didn't intend to be funny. And I'm not joking. I'm perfectly serious."
"Then you were never more mistaken in your life."
"Mistaken?"--with childlike inquiry.
"In what you said just now."
Forrester's eyes danced wickedly.
"I say such a lot of things," he complained. "If you can specify which
particular thing, now?"
"You know which I mean, perfectly well," protested Ann indignantly.
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