Claudia hadn't seen what Eugene had, but she obeyed, and off they went again, airily waving their hands.
"What's the matter with her?" she asked.
Eugene was struggling with laughter.
"Didn't you see? Haddington had her glove! Splendid!"
Claudia, regardless of safety, turned for an instant, a flushed, smiling face to him. He was about to speak, but she turned away again, exclaiming:
"Quick! I've promised to meet Father Stafford at twelve, and I mustn't keep him waiting. I wouldn't miss it for the world!"
Eugene was checked; Claudia saw it. What she thought is not revealed, but they returned home in somewhat gloomy silence. And it is a comfort to the narrator, and it is to be hoped to the reader, to think that Mr. Eugene Lane got something besides pleasure out of his discreditable performance and his lamentable want of proper feeling.