Philip guided her to a pleasant settee, screened by tall palms, and seated himself beside her.
"Poor little girl," he said, "you're all done up. You must go home soon, Patty. You can't dance any more tonight."
"Oh, yes, I can. I'm not really tired. It's more excitement and——"
"And nerves. I know,—Mona getting married means a lot to you. You're very intimate friends, aren't you?"
"Yes; and as she has no mother, Nan and I have tried to do all we could for her, but she is so capable, we couldn't do much, after all."
"No; I suppose not. Patty, why did she give you her bouquet? I thought brides threw them, and any one caught them that could."
"They do, usually."
"Well, then, why didn't Mona?"
"Oh, because,—oh, I don't know."
"You do know, Patty. Was it because she thinks you will be the next bride of your set? Because she thinks you will marry—me?"