And she burst into angry, shamed, helpless tears.
VI
Colonel Denbigh and Virginia had arrived at the corner of the street after a lengthy discussion.
“I suppose I ought to call,” the colonel had said thoughtfully, pulling his mustache.
“Of course!” said Virginia. “I’ve called already, but they were all out.”
“Couldn’t you manage it that way for me, Jinny?”
She laughed, blushing furiously.
“I really wanted to see her, grandpa. They say she’s astonishingly pretty.”
“Humph! I don’t gossip,” the Colonel grinned; “but Sallie Payson said to me, ‘The bride paints her face!’”
Virginia looked at him absently, her eyes thoughtful.