But Jennie gave him a quick glance with a little pout in it, as if to say, "What a nuisance! When we were just beginning to get acquainted!"
And straightway his shame fled and he smiled at her.
Margery, however, was speaking in her most businesslike tones:
"I've changed your bed, and you'd better get into it as quick as you can. It's late now."
"Yes," said Merriam, rising. "What time is it?"
Before he could get out his own timepiece Jennie raised her arm and glanced at a small gold wrist watch.
"Oh! Five minutes after ten!" she cried. She rose too. "You must hurry."
"Yes," said Merriam.
He moved to the portières--hesitated. He did not know how to take leave under these novel circumstances.
"Good night, ladies," he ventured in rather ceremonious tones.