“Do you know, Tory, I believe Don is growing to be as fond of you as of me.”
She slipped her arm through Lance’s and held it close.
Lance gave her a reassuring glance.
Tory laughed.
“Never in a thousand years! But if Lance really wants to speak to Kara, perhaps he would rather we give him the opportunity alone.
“Suppose you come over here and sit on the sofa beside me. You must be specially good to me when Kara is away.”
Seldom was Lance awkward in manner or apparently at a loss for words. Now he appeared embarrassed and silent.
“No, please don’t go away, Tory, you and Dot, not if you can bear remaining. And you must, to brace up Kara. The truth is I had nothing special to say to her, but the other afternoon I composed a little piece of music in her honor as a farewell. I am wiser to-night and she shall not be afflicted with it.”
Again Lance’s brown eyes were slightly sarcastic, slightly challenging.
“How can you care for my poor efforts after the serenade?”