A deep flush dyed the cheeks of the fop. But he was not so easily discouraged.
"I had intended to call this evening, Miss Meade. I am to have a box at the theatre."
"You may call anywhere you wish," Belle retorted, her eyes flashing, "provided it is not at my home."
"Oh, I am very much afraid that you are annoyed with me," cried Ardmore.
"I am," Belle admitted. "Mr. Ardmore, will you do me the very great favor of ceasing your attempts at acquaintance?"
"Acquaintance? Why, we're already very well acquainted, Miss Meade; in fact, I had hoped that we were, by this time, the most excellent friends. If this gentleman," with a sidelong look at Dave, "will excuse us, Miss Meade, will you stroll along with me and tell me in what way I may have offended you without intending anything of the sort?"
Dave, who had remained quiet, now felt called upon to interpose.
"Sir," he demanded, "will you observe Miss Meade's request and take yourself away?"
"And what have you to say about this?" demanded Ardmore sneeringly.
"The young lady is under my protection."