“Unhand me, villain!” she laughed, “and don’t bother about our friendship! I’m not worrying over it.”
“You needn’t, little girl,” and Philip’s voice rang true. “Nothing can ever shake it! And I apologise for my foolish anger. If you want to affect the society of men I don’t like,—of course I’ve no right to say a word, and I won’t. At any rate, not now, for I don’t want to spoil this blessed making-up with even a thought of anything unpleasant.”
“Now, that’s real nice of you, Philip,” and Patty fairly beamed at him. “It’s so nice to be friends again, after being near-not-friends!”
“Yes, milady, and you made up just in time. Aunty Van is having an opera party to-morrow night, and she wants you to go.”
“Are you going?” and Patty put her fingertip in her mouth, and looked babyishly at him.
“Oh, don’t let that influence you. Decide for yourself.”
“Well, since you don’t care whether I go or not, I believe I won’t go.”
“Foolish child! Of course you’ll go. And then, as you know very well, wild horses couldn’t keep me away.”
“How do wild horses keep people away? They must be trained to do it. And then, they’re not wild horses any more.”
“What foolishness you do talk! Well, will you go to the opera with us?”