"Oh, no!—the disposition and the presumption will be synchronous in their manifestation, if I know anything of cads—and Porshinger's kind in particular. I wish Pendleton were here—where has he been the last four weeks?"
"I haven't the slightest idea."
He looked down at her thoughtfully.
"Well," he said, "I wish he would come back and get on the job. He is shirking his duty."
"And that duty is?" she asked sweetly.
"To look after you—now don't flare up and explode! You know that every woman needs a man to look after her—and Pendleton is the particular man for this particular woman."
"Don't be silly, Sheldon!" Stephanie laughed.
"That's better—more natural to you. Gee! what a dancer you are! There is more ravishing rhythm in your swing than any one's I know. It's simply perfect."
"I might say the same of yours."