"I saw what he thought pretty well, anyhow," said Bob, smiling reflectively again.
"Oh, yes, if that makes it any better for me!"
"Well, if he's not miserable, I don't see why you need be."
"The things you don't see would fill an encyclopædia!"
Bob looked at his watch; the action seemed in the nature of an ultimatum; his glance from the watch to Janie heightened the impression.
"You've nothing more to say?" he asked her.
"No. I agreed with what you said—that you'd
been—an ass. I don't know that you've said anything else."
"All right." He got up and came to her, holding out his hand. "Good-by for the present, then."
She took his hand—and she held it. She could not let it go. Bob allowed it to lie in hers.