"You don't seem surprised to see me."
"I'm not," said Judith.
"But you're glad to see me?"
"Yes."
"It's stuffy inside, and they've got a fire in the billiard room and won't leave it. I wanted——"
Judith laughed and let him draw her hand through his arm as they began to grope their way down the road. "You wanted to meet me."
She made the correction triumphantly and confidently, as she would have made it to Willard. All this was coquetry, as she and Willard understood it, and it was an old game to her, and a childish game, but there was something strangely exciting about the fact that the Colonel understood it, too, and condescended to play at it. It was more exciting than usual to-night.
"Why should I want to meet you?" he said.
"I don't know."
"Why weren't you downstairs last night when I came to see your father?"