“Oh, yes,” replied Kenyon. “In a very little while.”
There was an expression of relief in the girl’s eyes for an instant, and then she pouted.
“I fancied that uncle would have you with us while you are in town.” She hesitated and then laid her hand upon his shoulder. “And I’m sure that Dallas would be pleased.”
“Dallas?”
“Of course. You must not be guided altogether by appearances. Neither should you heed what others might say. She is an odd girl in some ways. And proud!” with a pretty gesture of dismay. “I never saw such pride before.”
It was the girl that she referred to! Kenyon drew a long breath and then said:
“I agree with you as to the pride. Her attitude toward me, so far, has been rather—ah—distant to say the least.”
“Then she has not treated you well to-night?”
“Is she here?” exclaimed Kenyon, caught by surprise.
“To be sure. Mr. Farbush always insists upon our being present at affairs like this. He is a widower, you know, and he depends entirely upon us to entertain his guests. But is it possible that you have not spoken with her?”