“I’m sorry, Phil,” she murmured. “I think I’ll survive. We can still be friends. I want one favor of you, though.”
He questioned.
“Kiss me, will you, Phil?” she whispered.
And Gallatin did; to turn in a moment and see Jane Loring’s skirts go fluttering past the dining-room door, through which, grinning broadly over his shoulder, Coleman Van Duyn quickly followed her.
[XVIII]
THE ENEMY AND A FRIEND
It was a moment before Gallatin realized the full significance of the incident, but when he turned to look at Nina, he found her leaning against the wall convulsed with silent laughter.
“You knew, Nina?” he said struggling for his self-control. “You saw them—there?”
“Oh, yes, I saw them,” she replied easily. “I couldn’t help it very well.”