At the Harden’s Bruce took Millicent’s key and unlocked the door.
“I’ve enjoyed this; it’s been fine,” she said and put out her hand.
“It was a pretty full evening,” he replied. “But there’s a part of it I’ve stored away as better than the plays—even better than my dances with you!”
“I know!” she said. “Helen’s salad!”
“Oh, better even than that! The talk at the table—your talk! I must thank you for that!”
“Oh, please forget! I believe I’d rather you’d remember our last dance!”
She laughed light-heartedly and the door closed.
“They’ve done it now!” exclaimed Helen as the car rolled on. “Why will people be such fools! To think they had to go and let the whole town into the secret!”
“Cease worrying! If they’d really cared anything for each other they couldn’t have done it.”
“George would—it was just the dare-devil sort of thing that George Whitford would do!”