"I don't know. He just wasn't right."
Sally paced along meditatively at his side.
"Bobby, you are a critical being," she observed at length.
"Mayhap. But the event justifies me. I never have liked Lorimer, and I never shall."
"What are you going to do about it?"
Bobby opened his hands and turned them palm downwards.
"There's nothing to be done. I hate to see Beatrix throw herself away; but I can't help it."
"I wonder what her idea is," Sally said thoughtfully. "She has always been so down upon any fastness that I supposed she would cut his acquaintance entirely, after that Lloyd Avalons supper."
"He acted an awful cad, that night." Bobby's tone was disdainful. "I helped get him home and, before he was fairly out of the dining-room, he was bragging about his family, and his money, and the Lord knows what."
"Yes, I heard him. Beatrix heard some of it, too, before Mr. Thayer took her away. I was at her house, the next afternoon, when Mr. Lorimer called, and I was sure she would break her engagement there and then. Put not your faith in the principles of a woman in love."