"Well, you might find it a pleasant experience."
"Yes," she admitted frankly, looking him straight in the eye. "And then again I might not. I'm afraid it would be too—intimate; that people, even if they were very much in love when they started, would surely tire each other finally."
"Is there—somebody else?"
"Not particularly."
"But there is somebody?" he persisted jealously.
She laughed lightly. "There is always somebody else. Any girl knows more than one man and often likes more than one very much."
"Then you do like me a little?" He was at her side, with her hand caught in both of his.
She nodded.
"And you will think about what I proposed?"
"Yes, I'll think about it."
And with that he had to be content. This Jane Conley was a very strange woman, he reflected. He often wondered who she was, where she came from. As much as he had been with her, he really didn't know her at all. And he knew enough about women to realize that that very mystery and elusiveness was one of the main reasons why she fascinated him so intensely.
But he had enough on his mind without trouble-
