"Don't hurry, I beg of you," Duncan interposed.
"Oh, we haven't hurried," she said with a gush of gratification that startled the man. "You'll remember what I said about the choir, won't you?"
He braced himself to take advantage of the opening. "I shall never forget it," he said impressively.
She gave him her hand. "Then good-bye."
"Not good-bye, I trust?" He retained the hand, despising himself inexpressibly.
"Oh, we'll be in again, won't we Angie?"
"Oh, yes, indeed."
"My land, Angie! What do you think? I'd almost forgotten to pay for the soda?"
"Please don't speak of it, Miss Lockwood—the pleasure—."
"But I must, Mr. Duncan. How much is it?"