He took her hand and drew it through his arm, and they passed down the piazza and into the house.
* * * * * * *
And some one did see!
Porshinger and Woodside were coming up the walk just as the light flashed out.
"Look there!" the latter exclaimed.
Porshinger nodded.
"A new one on the string," Woodside continued. "Oh, these fascinating women!—You may be able to use that kiss to—advantage, my friend. Two on the string are not too many, unless you would be the only one.—Hey?"
But Porshinger did not answer—and Woodside, with a sharp glance at him, said no more. He did not understand.
As for Porshinger, after the episode of the morning, he did not know whether to be pleased or sorry. He walked on a few steps—hesitated—stopped.
"On the whole, I think we'll not drop in," he remarked—"at least, not this evening. It might not be a propitious time; moreover, Miss Chamberlain may consider me as an intruder. You have no right, Woodside, you know, to take me there, even in a happen-in, without her express permission."