"The sixteenth; that will be three nights off," he answered.
"Exactly. We will all go. We will make up a theater-party. What do you say, girls?"
"Splendid!" said Edith.
"All right!" exclaimed Ida, and Maud added a more sedate affirmative.
"And you, dear?" Eliot said, gently, to the silent girl by his side.
She lifted her dark, mournful eyes to his face with a gentle smile, and said, wistfully, almost humbly:
"Whatever you wish, Eliot."
The sweetness of her smile and voice disarmed his resentment for her slight of last night, and leaning toward her, he said, in a tender whisper:
"We will go, then, and I will bring you another bouquet; but mind, no giving it away this time."
"Did you care?" she murmured back, with sudden radiance.