“Hasn’t breathed a hint.”
“Then you have him sure. They are hit hard when they are silent like that. Bob made love to me the second day he ever saw me.”
“Don’t tease me, dear,” said Helen as she put her pretty rosy cheek against the dark beauty of the South. “Do you really think he likes me seriously?”
“He’s crazy about you, goose!”
There was the sound of a kiss.
“I can’t tell stories about it like you, Sallie, I’m afraid I’m in love with him,” she whispered.
“Well, I ’ll make him court you to-morrow or have him thrashed, if you say so.”
“Don’t you dare!”
“Then do just as I tell you about this ball and get yourself up regardless.”
On the night of the ball, Gaston, sitting out on the porch, felt nervous and fidgety, like a fish out of water. He knew he had no business there, and yet he couldn’t go away. They had a quarrel about the ball. Sallie had insisted that Gaston honour her by coming in evening dress whether he danced or not.