“I don’t in the least,” he replied, coldly.
The pain in Kate’s eyes hurt him when he returned to his seat and she asked.
“They wouldn’t come?”
He hesitated, then answered bluntly:
“No.”
“H-had we better stay?”
“Yes,” he replied, doggedly, “we’ll stay.”
Their efforts at conversation were not a success, and it was a relief to them both when Hiram Butefish, as Floor Manager, commanded everybody to take partners for a waltz.
Hughie arose and held out his hands to Kate.
“Hughie, I can’t,” she protested, shrinking back. “I’m—afraid.”