“But, my infant, my babe, has it occurred to you that we are practically strangers?” She patted his hand tolerantly, causing the uniformed official to heave a tender sigh. “I see what has happened,” she said. “You're mistaking me for some other girl, some girl you know really well, and were properly introduced to. Take a good look at me, and you'll see.” “If I take a good look at you,” said Ginger, feverishly, “I'm dashed if I'll answer for the consequences.” “And this is the man I was going to lecture on 'Enterprise.'” “You're the most wonderful girl I've ever met, dash it!” said Ginger, his gaze still riveted on the official by the door “I dare say it is sudden. I can't help that. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, and there you are!” “But...” “Now, look here, I know I'm not much of a chap and all that, but... well, I've just won the deuce of a lot of money in there...” “Would you buy me with your gold?” “I mean to say, we should have enough to start on, and... of course I've made an infernal hash of everything I've tried up till now, but there must be something I can do, and you can jolly well bet I'd have a goodish stab at it. I mean to say, with you to buck me up and so forth, don't you know. Well, I mean...” “Has it struck you that I may already be engaged to someone else?” “Oh, golly! Are you?” For the first time he turned and faced her, and there was a look in his eyes which touched Sally and drove all sense of the ludicrous out of her. Absurd as it was, this man was really serious. “Well, yes, as a matter of fact I am,” she said soberly. Ginger Kemp bit his lip and for a moment was silent. “Oh, well, that's torn it!” he said at last. Sally was aware of an emotion too complex to analyse. There was pity in it, but amusement too. The emotion, though she did not recognize it, was maternal. Mothers, listening to their children pleading with engaging absurdity for something wholly out of their power to bestow, feel that same wavering between tears and laughter. Sally wanted to pick Ginger up and kiss him. The one thing she could not do was to look on him, sorry as she was for him, as a reasonable, grown-up man. “You don't really mean it, you know.” “Don't I!” said Ginger, hollowly. “Oh, don't I!” “You can't! There isn't such a thing in real life as love at first sight. Love's a thing that comes when you know a person well and...” She paused. It had just occurred to her that she was hardly the girl to lecture in this strain. Her love for Gerald Foster had been sufficiently sudden, even instantaneous. What did she know of Gerald except that she loved him? They had become engaged within two weeks of their first meeting. She found this recollection damping to her eloquence, and ended by saying tamely: “It's ridiculous.” Ginger had simmered down to a mood of melancholy resignation. “I couldn't have expected you to care for me, I suppose, anyway,” he said, sombrely. “I'm not much of a chap.”