"Bless his heart! Wouldn't it be too wonderful, Rose, if Captain Phipps should produce one of his plays? He's crazy about him."
"You mean he's crazy about you."
"Who said so?"
"I don't have to be told. How about you, Nell? Are you in love with him?"
Eleanor, taking a farewell look in the mirror, saw a tiny frown gather between her eyebrows. It was the second time that week she had been asked the question, and, as before, she avoided it.
"Listen!" she said. "Who is that talking so loud downstairs?"
Investigation proved that it was Cass and Quin in hot dispute, as usual. On seeing her descend the stair the latter promptly stepped forward.
"Cass is going to let me take you home, Miss Bartlett."
"I never said I would," Cass contradicted him. "I'm not going to get her into trouble the night before she goes away."
"That's for her to decide," said Quin. "If she says I can go I'm going."