And still what Gwenna longed to happen did not happen. In spite of that glance of sympathy just now, it did not happen.
The Airman, sitting there on that brocaded pouffe, his long legs stretched out over the soft putty-coloured carpet, did not come up to her to speak again of that so miraculously proffered flight in his aeroplane. He went on being talked to by Mrs. Rose-colour.
And when that pretty lady and her husband rose to go, the young girl in her corner had a very blank and tense moment. For she heard those people offer to take Mr. Dampier with them and drop him at his rooms. Oh, that would mean that she, Gwenna, wouldn't have another word with him! He'd go! And his invitation had been unanswered!
"Care to go up?" he'd said—and Gwenna hadn't even had time to tell him "Yes!"
Ah, it would have been too good to be true!——
Very likely he'd forgotten what he'd said at, dinner....
He hadn't meant it....
He'd thought she'd meant "No."
He was going now——
But no. To her unspeakable relief she heard his deep "Thanks awfully, but I'm going on with Hugo presently. Taking him to meet some people at the Aero Club."