"A little lovers' tiff," and Jaqueline gave an airy toss of the head, with a rather disdainful smile.
"You never do mean to quarrel with Roger Carrington!" exclaimed Patty in surprise.
"It was of his own making."
"Jack, now that I have a lover of my very own, I don't see how you can be so fond of—of other men. You haven't treated Roger at all well."
"I won't be called that detestable Jack! And I am not man-crazy!"
"No, they are crazy about you. I shouldn't think Roger would like it. No lover would stand it."
Jaqueline made no reply.
Monday there was a rehearsal, and Jaqueline remained to tea. There was a very enthusiastic audience, and the play was charmingly acted. Of course Roger was there, and chatted with Patricia and the doctor. Jaqueline in her heart acted for him alone. She was so eager and interested in furthering Margaret Bradford's love for Lieutenant Ralston that she thought he must see how frankly and freely she could relinquish him. But Roger, knowing that Margaret Bradford had a real lover, looked at it from a different point of view.
"Will you give my congratulations to your sister?" he said to Patricia, rising, as the curtain fell for the last time. "There is some important business at Mr. Monroe's, and I am to be there at ten."
"Are you not going to stay to the supper?" Patty cried in surprise. "I know Jaqueline expects you."