Della laughed. “Take your arm away, Paul. Experience has taught me that when a man sticks around my apartment about daylight, drinking Scotch and soda and talking about my wonderful loyalty, he’s getting ready to go out of control.” Drake sighed. “I see you’re a good judge of character as well as a darned efficient secretary. Going to kiss me good-by when I leave, Della?” “No. If I did you wouldn’t leave.”
