“Oh, certainly,” Marjorie allowed a faint hint of her secret amusement to creep into her charmingly modulated voice. “I quite understand. Shall I keep a dance for you later, Mr. Cooper?” purposely omitting the “Calhoun.”
“Well, rather; two at the very least,” pleaded Joe. “Do, Miss Langdon, I’ll be right back.”
“Coming, Mr. Barnard?” inquired Pauline, then bit her lip as he shook his head.
“I have the next dance with Miss Langdon, so of course——” a courteous bow completed his sentence, and Pauline turned abruptly on her heel and left them.
“A curious pair,” commented Barnard. “Cooper appears completely under his sister’s thumb.”
“She has the stronger personality.”
“You put it politely,” laughed Barnard. “Miss Calhoun-Cooper is a handsome vixen.”
“A type you do not admire.”
“I admire no type,” smoothly. “Only one girl.”
“Janet will be complimented.”