He kissed her and she kissed him back.
XX
Feeling that she had been working too hard, being in much distress about Harry West, and in some for herself, and learning that Wilmot Allen was to be of the party, Barbara told Blizzard, at the end of his sitting on Friday, that he need not come Saturday, as she was going to spend the week-end with the Bruces at Meadowbrook.
"I'm dog-tired," she said, "and that's the same as being discouraged. We both need a rest. Things have been at a stand-still nearly all the week."
"I think you are right about yourself," said Blizzard, "but won't your gay friends keep you up till all hours?"
"They will not" said Barbara, "and it won't be gay. During a falling market there are never more than two happy people at the largest Long Island house-party. The men will sit by themselves and drink very solemnly. The women will sit by themselves and yawn till ten o'clock. It will be very boring and very restful."
"Speaking of falling markets, is my friend Mr. Allen to be among those present? I understand that he has been very hard hit."
"I don't know about that," said Barbara. "He often is. Yes, he is to be among those present, and I'm really going just to have a chance to talk to him."
"With him or to him?" asked Blizzard with one of his sudden, dazzling smiles.