After the tumult of
his impatience, it seemed to him that when they met, they must speak
words of profound significance; but all he said was,
"It is so warm in here. Will you come out on the porch?"
She shook her head. "I thought you were with Miss Blair?"
"I am--I was--but I must speak to you before I go back. Come on the
porch where it is so much quieter."
The deep expectancy was still in her eyes. "I have promised every dance.
Mrs. Page saw that my card was filled in the beginning. Why don't you
ask some of the girls who haven't any partners? It is so dreadful for
them. If men only knew!"
"I don't know, and I don't care. I want you. If you will come on the
porch for just three minutes--"
"Yes, it is quieter," she assented, and passed, with a dancing step,
through the French window out on the long porch which was hung with
Chinese lanterns. Beyond was the wide lawn, suffused with a light that
was the colour of amethyst, and beyond the lawn there was a narrow view
of Franklin Street, where the flashing lamps of motor cars went by, or
shadowy figures moved for a little space in obscurity.
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