"We shall get locked in," said Irene.
But Jenny was dressed at last, and together they passed out into the cool September night. He was there. Instinctively Jenny recognized the careless figure in opera hat and full black coat. She drew back and clutched her friend's wrist, aware of hot blushes that surely must flame visibly in the darkness.
"Who's he?" whispered Irene.
"Who's who?"
"The fellow by himself at the end of the court?"
"How ever on earth should I know? Do you think I'm a walking Answers?"
The two girls passed him by. He hesitated; then, as if by an effort, raised his hat.
Irene giggled foolishly.
"How d'ye do, Tootoose?" said Jenny, self-possessed through his embarrassment.
"I liked your dancing," he said simply.