"Time for us to go, John. You are not particular about a chair, are you?" Warrington asked.
"Not I. I prefer to stand up in the rear of the hall. If I am bored I can easily escape."
"Oh, the night will not be without some amusement."
"Take good care of John," whispered Mrs. Jack in Warrington's ear; as the two men were about to depart.
"Trust me!" Warrington smiled.
Patty and John observed this brief intercourse. The eyes of love are sharp. Patty was not jealous, neither was John; but something had entered into their lives that gave to all trivial things a ponderous outline.
"Don't let any reporters talk to John, Mr. Warrington," requested the mother.
"I'll surround him."
"Shall we walk?" asked John.
"We can see better on foot."