“Well, I went to Grandoken’s––”
“You could have sent a note,” Molly cut in.
Theodore looked at her curiously.
“I could, but I didn’t. I wanted Jinnie to understand––”
His voice vibrated deeply when he spoke that name, and the listener’s love-laden ears caught the change immediately.
“Well?” she murmured in question.
“When I got there and saw her, I forgot about Saturday. Before I had a chance, she told me she wasn’t going to the master’s to-day. Then without another thought––”
“Well?” interviewed Molly with widening eyes.
“Pardon me, Molly,” Theodore said tactlessly, “for forgetting you—you will, won’t you? I asked her to play here to-morrow night.”
Molly felt the structure of her whole world tumbling down about her ears. He had forgotten her for that girl, that jade in Paradise Road, the girl who stood between 190 her and all her hopes. She took one step forward and forgot, her dignity, forgot everything but his stinging insult.