I've worn out the other ways of raising hell, so I thought I'd start a little by coming to Eldara to kiss you." Her open hand cracked sharply twice on his lean face and she was out of his arms.

He followed, laughing, but she armed herself with a red-hot frying pan and defied him.
"You ain't even a good sport, Steve.

I'm done with you! Kiss you ?" He said calmly: "I see the hell is startin', all right." But she changed at once, and smiled up to him.
"I can't stay mad at you, Steve.

I s'pose it's because of your nerve.

I want you to do something for me." "What ?" "Is that a way to take it! I've asked you a favour, Steve." He said suspiciously: "It's got something to do with the tenderfoot in the room out there ?" It was a palpable hit, for she coloured sharply.