"It's too bad!" she responded with sympathy. But they were at the corner, and she stopped. One way led down town, one to quieter neighbourhoods—and this in morals as well as in geography. She meant not to separate from Jim, and yet how to keep him, or go with him? Mere instinct guided her again, and this time she gave herself to it and followed without further thought.
"Well?" she asked, as they stood still.
"Well?" echoed Jim, quite blank, yet seeing she expected him to say something.
"Shall I go one way, or the other?" she demanded.
"One way, or the other?" he repeated stupidly.
"I meant to make calls," she said, accenting the preterit, "but if you should ask me" (accenting the auxiliary) "to go with you to see the rest of that play——" She made no finish, but cocked her head and looked past him, sidewise.
"Gad!" cried Jim, staring.
"Ah, well!" she sighed, turning away.
"Come on!" he exclaimed. "Come along, Mrs. Harmon. Jove, it will be great fun!"
"Why, I didn't really mean it," she replied, but smiling gaily.