He considered this for a moment. "Yes," he answered, thoughtfully, "I am. But I wouldn't think about him differently on that account. And I wouldn't talk about him to any one but you."
"Not even to—" She left the question unfinished.
"No," he said, quietly. "Of course not."
"No? Because it wouldn't be any use?"
"I don't know. I never have a chance to talk to her, anyway."
"Of course you don't!" Her voice had grown steady. "You say I'm a fool. What are you?"
"You needn't worry about me," he began. "I can take care—"
"'SH!" she whispered, warningly. The music had stopped, a loud clatter of voices and laughter succeeding it.
"What need to be careful," Joe assured her, "with all that noise going on?"
"You must go away," she said, anxiously. "Oh, please, Joe!"