He went away with Julius without a glance behind after the salute of his lifted hat, which included everybody.
By some common impulse the rest of the party all looked after the two as they walked away toward the station door.
"Seems like an uncommonly nice chap," was Ashworth's comment. "I'll wager he's something, somewhere."
"He has a very interesting face," his fiancee conceded.
"Yes, hasn't he?" Dorothy agreed lightly, something evidently being expected of her.
"He may be the tenth wonder of the world," declared Ridgeway Jordan, springing in to take his old place beside her for the drive of an eighth of a mile left to him; "but I grudge him this hour by you. Jove, but I thought the drive would never end!"
Julius, after seeing his friend off with a sense of comradeship more worth while than any he had known, walked rapidly back, eager for a word with Dorothy. Quick as he was, however, she was quicker, and he found her locked into her own room. By insisting on talking through the door he got her to open it, but there was not so much satisfaction in this as he had expected, because she had extinguished her lights.
"How did you like him?" was his first eager question.
"Very well," said a cool, low voice in the darkness. "Much better than the trick you used to carry out your wishes."
"Trick!" her brother exclaimed, all the angel innocence he could summon in his voice. "When you wouldn't tell me a word of where you were going!"