"Well, you will when you've seen him. You don't know him," she assured her mother, critically, and adjusted a little lock of hair.
"Is his wife here?"
"I don't know. I don't suppose so."
"Well," grumbled Emily, "don't be dancing with him all evening. Where's Johnnie?"
"I haven't danced with him all evening! We've had two dances." Martha was really surprised.
Emily felt she had been foolish. "Oh, all right," she said, lightly. "I thought I didn't know——"
Martha studied her.
"I promised him another. Oh, he dances divinely! You're tired out, mother. Have you been working every minute? Why don't you go home?"
"No. I'm staying till the end to-night. I'm not going home." She might have added, "I'm not going to leave you."
But the evening had wilted for her. The hours dragged on. Bob came to her at one. Even Bob was full of congratulations. "You ought to be satisfied, old girl," he said. "I heard Wilkinson say that you ought to have credit for the whole thing. He said really if it hadn't been for you——"