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 "That you're to marry him?"

"No, it isn't settled—yet."

"I suppose he's going to ask you for—for your answer when he comes?"

"Don't you think that perhaps you're a little bit— How shall I say it politely, Mr. Forbes?—a little bit inquisitorial?"

"Cheeky, I suppose you mean," he muttered. "Perhaps I am, but I've got to risk that. What I—"

"I believe you're rather fond of risks," she said thoughtfully.

"A man will risk anything if the prize is big enough. Look here, I wish you'd do something."

"Well?"

"Give me a chance. Hold that chap off for a week. You don't dislike me now, do you?"

"Dislike you? N-no. On the contrary, Mr. Forbes, I think you decidedly interesting and—breezy."

"You mean that I amuse you?"

"Something of the sort, I suppose."