But he didn't.
The last dance they sat out he said to himself, "I shall kiss her if I hang for it."
He didn't kiss her, even then, but felt himself tremble a little as he looked in her eyes. Then it was that the truth began to dawn upon him. "I'm a gone coon," he told himself, and dabbed his forehead with his handkerchief …
"You've got him, all right," said Helen later, going to Mary's room ostensibly to undress, but really to exchange those confidences without which no party is complete.
"Got who?" asked Mary. And she a Bachelor of Arts!
"Oh, aren't you innocent! Wally Cabot, of course. Did he kiss you?"
"No, he did not!"
"Of course, if you don't want to tell—!"
"There's nothing to tell."
"There isn't? … Oh, well, don't worry…. There soon will be."