“But you’ll come to my house when Bob comes next week, won’t you?” she asked suddenly. “I can see now why you wouldn’t before, but—but it’s different now. Isn’t it?”
“Is it?” he said, asking the question chiefly of her pretty eyes. “Is it honestly different now?”
“I think it is,” she answered.
A door banged below.
“That’s Burr!” he exclaimed, remembering suddenly the proximity of their chairs, and making haste to place himself farther away.
Burnett’s step was heard on the stair.
“You never said anything to him, did you?” she questioned quickly.
“Certainly not.”
The next instant Burnett was in the room, and his sister was in his arms. (Astonishing how coolly he accepted the fact, too.)
“Mr. Denham is coming to me with you, Bob,” she said when he released her. “I’ve persuaded him.”