"
"Barbara! With your dear little Letter in my breast pocket
at this moment!"
"I didn't know men had breast pockets in their evening
clothes."
"Oh well, have it your own way. I'm too happy to quarrel,"
he said. "How well you dance--only, let me lead, won't you? How
strange it is to think that we have never danced together
before!"
"We must have a talk," I said desparately. "Can't we go
somwhere, away from the noise?"
"That would be conspicuous, wouldn't it, under the
circumstances? If we are to overcome the Familey objection to
me, we'll have to be cautious, Barbara."
"Don't call me Barbara," I snapped. "I know perfectly well
what you think of me, and I----"
"I think you are wonderful," he said. "Words fail me when
I try to tell you what I am thinking. You've saved the Cotillion
for me, haven't you? If not, I'm going to claim it anyhow. _It
is my right_."
He said it in the most determined manner, as if everything
was settled. I felt like a rat in a trap, and Carter, watching
from a corner, looked exactly like a cat. If he had taken his
hand in its white glove and washed his face with it, I would
hardly have been surprized.
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