She was silent for a moment.
“I’d like you to come out to Hartford and see my father and mother,” she said gravely.
“All right!” he said. “I’ll get my hat and coat.”
He left the door of the room open, and she could hear his curt voice in the back room.
“I’m going, boys.”
“You can’t break up the party!” protested an indignant voice.
“I’ve got to go,” he said. “My—the girl I’m engaged to—wants me to go out to see her people.”
“Henpecked already!” observed the same indignant voice.
“Good-by!” said Randall. “You can take my chips, Fry. We’ll settle up later.”
When she had been dignified and reserved, he had been angry and unmanageable. When she ran after him, at such a cost to her pride, she became his sovereign lady, whose least word he obeyed.