"Why?" he exclaimed. "May I come and tell you why? to-morrow will you hear my explanation, with kindness, with patience?"
"Ah!" she returned, shrinking slightly, "it is late—Madame Davilliers will be looking for me."
"But, Elsie, may I come,—will you hear me?"
"Yes," she said, very gravely and softly, "you may come." Other couples now invaded their solitude, and Glynn was obliged to take her to her chaperon.
Madame Davilliers was ready to leave the ball, and observed that the dear child, meaning Elsie, looked quite tired.
Glynn accompanied them to the door, wrapping Elsie's cloak round her carefully.
"To-morrow," he whispered, pressing her arm to his side. She looked up—a serious, searching look.
"You puzzle me!" she said.
"How? but you will tell me how and why! When may I come to-morrow?"
"In the afternoon."