“I can’t! I got to wait!” she cried in despair; “but I’ll go with you as far as the gates.”
So she did. When they got there, he removed his hat and held out his hand, standing before her bareheaded and in matchless dignity, in spite of the jostling crowd. She took his hand and squeezed it hard.
“Good-by!” she said. “Do take care of yourself!”
II
She watched the old gentleman as he made his way toward the cabin. Each time some one brushed against him, she cried under her breath:
“Stop that pushing! Ain’t you ashamed of yourself?”
“What you mutterin’ about?” asked a voice behind her.
Turning, she confronted her Louis.
“Well!” she exclaimed indignantly. “You’re a nice one, you are! But come on! Hurry up! We can get this boat.”
He caught her arm and held her back.