She slid her hand into the curve of his elbow, her incertitude vanishing behind the filmy cloud of a smile.
"All right, Joe; to-morrow night, sure. You walk as far as home with me now, and—"
"Gawd bless my soul! You ain't going to leave me at the church, are you?"
"I gotta go right home, Joe."
"Gee! Why didn't you tell a fellow? I could have tied up ten times over for a Saturday night. There's a little dancer over at the Orpheum would have let out a six-inch smile for the pleasure of my company to-night. Gee! you're a swell little sport—nix!"
"Joe!"
"Come on in for ten minutes, and if you're right good I'll shoot you home in a taxi-cab just as quick as if we went now. Just ten minutes, sweetness."
"No more, Joe."
"Cross my heart and bet on a dark horse—just ten minutes."
She smiled at him from the corners of her shadowed eyes and stepped into the tessellated foyer.