“Tell me,” she whispered, “are you the—the Romeo in the cast?”
He released her hands and brought his own down upon his knees with vehemence. His eyes were almost shouting with merriment now.
“Wasn’t Romeo in kind of bad standing with his prospective parents-in-law?”
“Something like that. He couldn’t see Her, except up in a balcony.”
He nodded his head. “Well, then, I’m the Romeo!”
Again she regarded him critically. “You seem a little old for the part,” she suggested.
“Do you think so?” He was thoughtful for a moment. “Maybe that’s what Mrs. Baron thinks. She won’t even let me stand under a balcony, when she can help it.”
“Isn’t she quaint!” This with smiling indulgence. “But of course you don’t pay any attention to that?”
“Oh, yes I do; we—we have to!”
Bonnie May looked puzzled. “I can’t understand it,” she said. “You look like the kind that they always play the loud music for.”