“Jane's gone,” said Ethel, “some time ago.”
“Gone?” said Larry.
“Yes, Scuddy took her home.”
“Are they all gone?” inquired Larry.
“Yes, for the most part.”
“Oh, all right then; I think I shall not go in. Good-night,” he said, turned abruptly about and set off for Dr. Brown's. He looked again at his watch. He was surprised to find it was not so very late. Why had Jane not waited for him? Had he hurt her again? He was sorely disappointed. Surely she had no reason to be offended, and this was his last night. As he thought the matter over he came to the conclusion that now it was he that had a grievance. Arrived at Dr. Brown's house the only light to be seen was in Jane's room upstairs. Should he go in or should he go home and wait till to-morrow. He was too miserable to think of going home without seeing her. He determined that he must see her at all cost to-night. He took a pebble and flung it up against her window, and another and another. The window opened and Jane appeared.
“Oh, Larry,” she whispered. “Is it you? Wait, I shall be down.”
She opened the door for him and stood waiting for him to speak. “Why didn't you wait?” he asked, passing into the hall. “I was not very long.”
“Why should I wait, Larry?” she said quietly. “Scuddy told me you had gone home with Helen.”
“But didn't I promise that I would take you home?”