“Yes, I have heard that.” And then she thought a minute and with a quizzical look continued: “That is such a queer word, 'pay.' McDonald says that it pays to be good. Do you think, Mr. Burnett, that law would pay you?”
Evidently the girl had a standard of judging people that was not much in use.
Before they rose from the table, Philip asked, speaking low, “Miss Mavick, won't you give me a violet from your bunch in memory of this evening?”
Evelyn hesitated an instant, and then, without looking up, disengaged three, and shyly laid them at her left hand. “I like the number three better.”
Philip covered the flowers with his hand, and said, “I will keep them always.”
“That is a long time,” Evelyn answered, but still without looking up. But when they rose the color mounted to her cheeks, and Philip thought that the glorious eyes turned upon him were full of trust.
“It is all your doing,” said Carmen, snappishly, when Mavick joined her in the drawing-room.
“What is?”
“You insisted upon having him at the reception.”
“Burnett? Oh, stuff, he isn't a fool!”