In vain he sought for a reason for his frigid reception, and feeling that his presence was an affliction he arose to go.
"I hope you had a pleasant stroll this afternoon," came in icicle tones.
This shed all the light necessary upon the character of his greeting.
The eyes of Fifth Avenue had not grown dim.
"Yes," he replied, looking at her steadily, "it was a most delightful stroll."
She could stand the strain no longer; she came close to him and he stooped and tenderly kissed her.
"Oh, Jack, why do you persist in having anything to do with her when you know how unhappy it makes me!" she said in her gentlest tone.
They sat down and he related the entire story of the occurrences of the afternoon to her. It pacified her to a degree.
"But Jack, dear, you will promise me never to see her again, will you not?" and her tone was pleading now.
"I promised to go with my brother to a suffrage meeting she is holding Thursday night. Of course you would not wish to go, and I am certain you do not want me to break my promise."