'At all events, then, if you do come I shall have one friend there,' she said.
'Not more than one, Jessie?' asked Mr. Glover, in a tone which made my heart throb violently.
Jessie, looking first at me and then at Mr. Glover, said that she must wish us good-morning, and with her parasol hailed an omnibus that was passing.
'Good-bye, Chris. Will you give my love to mother?'
'Yes, Jessie.'
She drew me aside, out of the hearing of Mr. Glover, and whispered, 'Don't quarrel with him, Chris.'
'I will not, Jessie. One moment. Are you happy?'
She cast a swift glance at me, and then turned her eyes to the ground. 'I think so, Chris; I am not sure.' With this singular answer, she pressed my hand, and left me. I watched her get into the omnibus, and when it was out of sight I turned homewards, without noticing Mr. Glover. But he was at my heels, speaking to me.
'How did you gain admission into the theatre, young man?' he said. 'Did you sneak in, or did you tell the doorkeeper a lie?'
'That is my business,' I replied calmly; for I was determined to keep my promise to Jessie.