Her face grew faintly troubled.
“Jeffrey refuse!” she said, almost to herself. “N—o. Not if——”
“Not if you wished for it very much?” he said, divining her meaning. “I see! And I’m not surprised. I can’t imagine any man stony-hearted enough to refuse you anything, even such an unwise thing as this! Look here, Doris, I’ll go back home with you and see him.”
The trouble on her face grew more marked.
“I hate suspense and delay, and, well, I want to feel sure, quite sure, that you are my very own! You don’t mind my going home with you and telling him straight out, do you?”
She was silent a moment, then she looked at him, hesitatingly.
“No, do not. I——” She stopped. “I think I would rather see him first. I—I could tell him. Ah, do you not see how suddenly it would come upon him? How unprepared——”
He nodded.
“You haven’t told him anything about me?”
The color rose to her face.