"Yes."
"When did she come?"
"This evening."
"And you ran away? That was horribly unkind, don't you think—after she had come so far?"
"Hold on," he broke in. "Don't let's go so fast. I didn't ask her to come. And, besides, she didn't come to see me."
"Did she tell you that?"
"I have taken precious good care that she shouldn't have the chance. I saw her name—and her father's—on the hotel register; and just about that time I remembered that I could probably get a bite to eat out here."
"You are queer! All men are a little queer, I think—always excepting Colonel-daddy. Don't you want to see her?"
"Indeed, I don't!"
"Not even for old times' sake?"