“And why did you have a license with your name in it?”
“Foresight,” he replied. “I got that as soon as I saw you.”
He had come around the table and put his arm about her shoulders, and she looked up into his gay, audacious face.
“Robert,” she said sternly, “where is Will Mallet?”
“I don’t know,” he answered, “and I don’t care; but I don’t mind telling you that I found out from the moonfaced little girl when he was expected, and I met him at the railway station.”
“But—” she began indignantly—and stopped, because he was no longer smiling. He looked—she was surprised at his expression—he looked like a person pleasantly but firmly resolved not to be trampled upon; so all she did was to kiss him.[Pg 111]
MUNSEY’S
MAGAZINE
SEPTEMBER, 1923
Vol. LXXIX NUMBER 4