Gloria's laughter, unfettered, spontaneous, was of high amusement.
"Georgia said, just the same, that she'd bet on an elopement—"
King reddened and stirred uneasily. Gloria gasped.
"Georgia's crazy!" she said emphatically. "Why, the man is impossible!"
* * * * *
Five minutes later King went in, found his hat, and told Mrs. Gaynor good-night. She was glad that he was going, and he knew it though she made the obvious perfunctory remark. Gloria saw and came tripping across the room.
"Not going so soon?"
"Yes," he said briefly. "Good-bye, Gloria."
"Good-night, you mean, don't you?"
"I mean good-bye," he said quietly.