"Are you dated for to-morrow night?" he asked.
"Yes," Susan said simply. The absence of explanation was extremely significant.
"So you're not going out with me any more?" he asked, after a pause.
"Not--for awhile," Susan agreed, with a little difficulty. She felt a horrible inclination to cry.
"Well, gosh, I hope somebody is pleased at the trouble she has made!" Peter burst out angrily.
"If you mean Auntie, Peter," indignation dried Susan's tears, "you are quite mistaken! Anyway, she would be quite right not to want me to accept expensive gifts from a man whose position is so different from my own---"
"Rot!" said Peter, flushing, "that sounds like servants' talk!"
"Well, of course I know it is nonsense---" Susan began. And, despite her utmost effort, two tears slipped down her cheeks.
"And if we were engaged it would be all right, is that it?" Peter said, after an embarrassed pause.
"Yes, but I don't want you to think for one instant---" Susan began, with flaming cheeks.