"Leave the pictures for a moment. Why have you avoided me the whole afternoon until you came up a moment ago and said good morning?"
"Surely you can guess that?" Again the fascination of the smile.
"Guessing's lost some of its novelty for me lately."
"Well, I wanted to dance with Jennie, you see."
"I'm afraid I don't see."
She looked at me quizzically, reflectively. "N—o. Perhaps it isn't as simple as I thought. But you were glad when I danced with Jennie, weren't you?"
"I won't say glad. I was—very interested."
"Why?"
"You two—and him. That interested me enormously."
"Well, now you've very nearly got it. That dance was our understanding, Jennie's and mine. We had it all out."