"Always ask me about people.

If I don't know I can find out." "I always do," she said.
"Yes, I believe you do....

You're all right, Dolly--so far....

There, don't look at me in that distressed-dove fashion; I _know_ you are all right and mean to be for your own sake--" "For yours also," she said.
"Oh--that's all right, too--story-book fidelity; my preserver ever!--What ?--Sure--and a slow curtain....

There, there, Dolly--where's your sense of humour! Good Lord, what's changing you into a bread-and-butter boarding-school sentimentalist!--to feel hurt at nothing! Hello! look at that kitten of yours climbing your silk curtains! Spank the rascal!" But the girl caught up the kitten and tucked it up under her chin, smiling across at Malcourt, who had picked up his hat, gloves, and stick.
"Will you come to-morrow ?" she asked.
"I'm going away for a while." Her face fell; she rose, placed the kitten on the lounge, and walked up to him, both hands clasped loosely behind her back, wistfully acquiescent.
"It's going to be lonely again for me," she said.
"Nonsense! You've just read me your visiting list--" "I had rather have you here than anybody." "Dolly, you'll get over that absurd sense of obligatory regard for me--" "I had _rather_ have you, Louis." "I know.