To John the remark seemed rather odd. Was she not expecting someone from his company—so why not him?
“Of course you couldn’t know I would be the one to come,” he said, “but then there was a chance. And after you ordered the outfit from our company——”
“I didn’t order it from anybody!” objected the girl. “I left that entirely to Kirk Smith—the young man with whom I was dancing when you came in!”
“It certainly was a coincidence!” he remarked, bitterly.
“Not at all!” replied Marjorie, graciously. “It just shows that yours is the best company in the market.”
“Thanks,” replied John, rather stiffly. Then, feeling it his duty to allow her to return to her partner, he asked her whether she did not want to finish her dance.
“Yes, I suppose so,” answered Marjorie, with more indifference than John would have expected her to display. Then, turning to go, she added. “I’ll see you later.”
But John found no further opportunity to speak with Marjorie, for after a Paul Jones, refreshments were served, and there was no more dancing. He joined gaily in the general cheerfulness of his companions, pinning all his hopes upon the opportunities of the following day.
“Tomorrow!” he thought, as he sought his cabin at midnight. “Tomorrow! But I won’t spend my vacation here if she doesn’t want me!”