Larry found Helen awaiting him, and quietly they slipped out together. “This is splendid of you, Larry,” she said, taking his arm and giving him a little squeeze.
“I don't know about that, Helen. I left Scuddy raging upstairs there. You girls are the very devil for cruelty sometimes. You get men serious with you, then you flirt and flutter about till the unhappy wretches don't know where they are at. Here's our car.”
“Car!” exclaimed Helen. “With this moonlight, Larry? And you going away to-morrow? Not if I know it.”
“It is fearfully unromantic, Helen, I know. But I must hurry. I have to take Jane home.”
“Oh, Jane! It's always Jane, Jane!”
“Well, why not?” said Larry. “For years Jane has been my greatest pal, my best friend.”
“Nothing more?” said Helen earnestly. “Cross your heart, Larry.”
“Nothing more, cross my heart and all the rest of it,” replied Larry. “Why! here's another car, Helen.”
“Oh, Larry, you are horrid, perfectly heartless! We may never walk together again. Here I am throwing myself at you and you only think of getting away back.” Under her chaffing words there sounded a deeper note.
“So I see,” said Larry, laughing and refusing to hear the deeper undertone. “But I see something else as well.”