"Ah, well, that's different. But I forget quite easily--even
things like voices."

She leaned forward, her hands in her lap, her eyes upon the
goggled face before her.

"Then take them off."

"What? My glasses?"

"Take them off!"

"Wh--wh--why should I?"

"So that you can see me better."

"I don't want to see you better."

"Yes, you do. I'm much more interesting than a scarab."

"But I know about scarabs and I don't know about--about--"

"Girls. So one might suspect. Do you know what I'm doing, Mr.
Beetle Man?"

"N-n-no."

"I'm flirting with you. I never flirted with a scientific person
before. It's awfully one-sided, difficult, uphill work."