"Please stop calling me 'miss,'" she said, sharply.
"Why?" He turned innocent eyes toward her.
"It annoys me."
"Oh, very well. But I didn't want you to feel that I was forgetting my place. Once you reminded me——"
"Never mind, if you please. I think one of your troubles is that you are too conscious of your 'place,' as you call it. You make other people conscious of it."
"I'm unconscious from now on, Miss Way—Miss Norcross."
She whirled around upon him in fair earnest.
"Excuse me," said Pete. "I get the names mixed. I'm apt to do the same thing when I'm with your friend Miss Wayne."
She studied him with uneasy eyes. How much did he know? Or was he just blundering clumsily around on the brink of a discovery? Last night he had flung a pointed hint at her; it came to her mind now. Well, if there was to be a battle, Mary felt that she was not without her weapons. She knew of a divinity student who followed the prize ring and who kissed the house guests of the master to whom he played valet.