"To-morrow night?"
"I am afraid that's too soon."
"Friday?"
"No; I am going to a dance at the Country Club Friday night."
Still he lingered disconsolately on the lower step, unable to tear himself away.
"Do you know," he said, gaining time by presenting a grievance, "you never have danced with me but twice in your life?"
She looked at him dreamily.
"The funny thing is that I remember those two dances better than any I've ever had with anybody else."
He came up the steps two at a time.
"What do you mean by that?" he demanded. "Are you joshing me?"