“I?” she exclaimed. “If it’s because of Jimmy Schuyler, you needn’t worry any more. 230 He was very nice at first, but later––well, he was too nice. You see, he forgot I was engaged.”
“The little cad!” exclaimed Don.
“You mustn’t blame him too much. He just forgot. And now he is very attentive to Dolly.”
“She allows it?”
“I think she rather likes him. She has invited him up to camp. And, Don, dear, she wants you to come too. It would be very nice if we could all go. Can’t you manage it?”
“It doesn’t appeal to me just now,” he answered.
The machine had swung into the park. He ordered the chauffeur to stop.
“Come,” he said to Frances.
He found the path from the drive where the children played, and he found the bench where he had sat with Sally Winthrop. Then all she had told him came back to him, as it had in the dairy lunch.
“It’s about the other plans I want to tell you out here,” he began eagerly.