"Not quite. The fact is that's why I came over to-night. She's got her neck feathers up at you, too, it seems. I asked her through the door if we were to come by and pick you up for the drive we had planned, and she——" he hesitated.
"Well?"
"She said, 'Don't mention Selah Adams to me, Robert,' just like that, as if she'd seen you leading a riot or addressing a mob!"
"Yes, I know. You are a dramatist, Bob, better than you suspect!" answered Selah.
"Thanks for the 'Bob,' anyway. Now let's forget it. Mother will come around all right. She really loves you. She's only ruffled over some of your cat-scratching politics in the league. Now be a good girl and kiss me, dear!" he pleaded.
"I can't, Bob."
"You mean you won't; well, I can and will," he exclaimed, placing his palms upon either side of her face and drawing her to him.
"You must not!" she objected, evading him.
"Why? Aren't we engaged?"
"We were engaged," she answered with a sob.