“Just what do you mean by that?”
Eveley did not explain that Timothy had felt inclined to join them for dinner and the show that night after disappointing them at luncheon, but she had been firm with him.
“Not to-day,” she insisted. “You can only have one hour with us to-night. To-morrow you can join us for luncheon and a short drive afterward, if you will fix it so I can get off.”
He was at the Grant waiting when they arrived, and rather impatient.
“Did you have a pleasant time?” he asked, looking into Sally’s bright face.
“Lovely. And did you hurry terribly to meet us? We don’t want to interfere with your work, or bother you.”
He searched her face for signs of guile, but her eyes were unclouded, and her manner indicated only a friendly concern for his interests.
It was a very happy party that night. Both girls were merry, and Nolan was really more solicitously attentive to Sally than was quite necessary even in the interests of a campaign directed against her. When at a late hour, they trooped out to the car, it was he who helped her carefully into the machine, though, with seeming reluctance, he permitted Timothy to sit with her while he joined Eveley in the front seat.
“Timmy is good-looking, don’t you think?” Sally asked that night, as they were preparing for bed.