I didn't approve that attitude.
"At all events," she said when she met my eyes, and speaking as if there had been no break in our conversation, "you are rather a _good_ joke.
Thank you so much." I put away the wrench, fastened the lid of the tool-box, and then I faced her grimly.

"I see mere words are wasted on you," I said.

"I shall have to carry you off--Beryl King; I _shall_ carry you off if you look at me that way again!" She did look that way, only more so.

I wonder what she thought a man was made of, to stand it.

I set my teeth hard together.
"Have you got the--er--the black velvet mask ?" she taunted, leaning just the least bit toward me.