“I am very tired,” she quickly interrupted, “I think I will say good-night, now.”
“Don’t go yet,” he urged, “I—”
“I want to be alone,” she replied wearily.
“There is something I want to say to you. Jo Gary comes to-morrow!”
“Yes,” she answered indifferently. “Mr. Westcott found another manager, did he?”
“You knew Jo was at Westcott’s?” he gasped.
“Certainly. I’ve seen Jo a number of times.”
“When, where?” he demanded in displeased tone.
“Let me think. Why, he came back from Westcott’s the day after my arrival. Their manager postponed departure. So Jo was here for the dance, and on field day—and—I think he went back to Westcott’s the day you came back. Wasn’t it all right to see him?” she asked guilelessly. “Mrs. Kingdon didn’t object.”