"I was carried away," he hastened to explain.
"Kindly exercise a little more restraint. You had better go now." There was a finality of dismissal in her tone as she passed him and crossed to the great staircase. He followed her:
"May I call to-morrow?"
"No," she answered decidedly. "Not to-morrow."
"The following day, then," he urged.
"Perhaps."
"Remember—I build on you."
She looked searchingly at him:
"I suppose we ARE worthy of each other."
Through the open windows came the sound of voices.