They nudged each other, and Royall exclaimed eagerly:
“Let us go in and call on that pretty little Miss Janowitz. Then she will introduce us to the beauty.”
But Dallas Bain hesitated, though his heart was following the girl inside.
He said tentatively:
“It does not look quite fair to force an acquaintance. Let us try for an introduction in a more proper way.”
“A fig for the proprieties! I’m bound to get up a flirtation with that beautiful creature,” vowed Royall recklessly, opening the gate and going in while nodding a gay farewell to his friend, who turned away with a jealous pang at his heart, though muttering to himself:
“If she would flirt with him, she is not worth my winning.”
Royall Sherwood was cordially welcomed by Miss Annette Janowitz, a charming little brunette, as brilliant and restless as a humming bird.
“I have seen you passing several times this week, and I wondered if you were looking for me,” she said gayly. “But let me introduce you to my friend, Miss Bell.”
They bowed to each other, Royall with empressement, Daisie with reserve; for, having seen him in the vicinity of her home so much lately, she rather suspected the conquest she had made, but resented this way of forcing an acquaintance.