“I’ve never yet heard a complaint that I don’t pay my debts!”
Templeton Druid smiled complacently as he turned in at the ferry entrance. This was going to be easier than he thought. But—oh, well, wasn’t that always the way. There was certainly something in being Templeton Druid.
It was a glorious day. The sun shone radiantly, and the balmy breath of spring with bewildering fragrance flooded the atmosphere.
Gradually her companion persuaded Elinor Benton to talk of herself and family. Before long she was telling him her life’s history without once suspecting that he had purposely encouraged her to do so.
“By the way,” he suddenly seemed to remember. “I forgot to tell you something. Through Mrs. DeLacy’s kindness I have received an invitation to a dance at the Thurstons’ on the 17th.”
“Splendid!” Elinor exclaimed, her eyes dancing her pleasure. “Of course, you’ll accept?”
The man shook his head slowly. “I have thought of declining because I can’t get there until after the theater,” he demurred, “and that will be so late, but of course, if you wish me to come——”
“Why, of course, I do—ever so much!”
“You’ll promise to save a dance for me?”
“Two,” promised the girl, her mind busily engaged with the thought of a wonderful new frock for the occasion.