"Serve that on her for me, will you, right away?"
With a nod and a smile, the reporter bowed and turned his steps toward the Senator's house.
[CHAPTER III]
[IN BETTY'S GARDEN]
Ned Vaughan paused with a moment of indecision before the plain, old-fashioned, brick house in which Senator Winter lived on the Capitol Hill. It was a confession of abject weakness to decline her invitation to dinner with his brother and jump at the first chance to butt in before the dinner hour.
Why should he worry? She was too serious and honest to play with any man, to say nothing of an attempt to flirt with two at the same time.
He refused to believe in the seriousness of any impression she had made on his brother's conceited fancy. His light love affairs had become notorious in his set. He was only amusing himself with Betty and she was too simple and pure to understand. Yet to warn her at this stage of the game against his own brother was obviously impossible.
He suddenly turned on his heel:
"I'm a fool. I'll wait till to-morrow!"