Clover took pity on the clouded face.
"I'll give you a little bit of comfort, Jack," she said, gazing down at him knowingly.
"Angel!"
"Oh, it is only a wee, wee bit; but Mildred is uncomfortable."
"I should think that was wee," returned Van Tassel, his face falling.
"I don't know. It is the first time any man ever affected her that much."
"A very poor recommendation, I should think," remarked Van Tassel.
"Oh, Jack," Clover laughed, "I can see you would have had an awful time without me."
"I am having an awful time with you, Clover."
"Then gang your ain gait any time"—