Don Carlos took his leave a few minutes later, leaving Myra and Tony
alone together, and again Myra could not make up her mind whether or
not to tell her fiancé what had happened. It happened that Tony, as
soon as they were alone, became particularly sentimental and wanted to
kiss her--a fact which somehow seemed to make the situation still more
difficult and complicated.

"I don't want to be kissed, Tony," Myra objected, when her lover tried
to embrace her. "I feel as if I never want to be kissed again, and I
don't want any love-making. Leave me alone!"

"You certainly are in a queer mood to-day, Myra," Tony commented.
"What has upset you, darling? You were quite rude to poor old Don
Carlos, and now you are snubbing me. What's the matter, old thing?"

"Oh, Tony, my dear, I--I don't know just what is the matter with me,
and I don't know what to do," exclaimed Myra, laughing tremulously and
feeling inclined to give way to tears. "I don't understand myself.
Oh, why are you so stupid? Why don't you make love to me and force me
to kiss you? Why don't you kiss and kiss me against my will?"

"Why, hang it all, Myra, I've just been trying to make love to you and
asking you to give me a kiss, and you wouldn't. Now--oh, dash it all,
I don't know what to make of you, my dear. You are a most puzzling
girl!"