“No. I shall keep on caring. You are certain that you will never love me; so the risk is slight. Will you take it? Will you promise?”
“Hello, you lazy folks!” Phillip stood laughing out upon them from the doorway. “Didn’t you hear me yelling like the Bull of—What-do-you-call-it?”
“We wanted to make you hunt us, Phil,” answered Margaret lightly. “Exercise is beneficial, dear.”
“Exercise! Well, that sounds well coming from a person who has been sitting on the porch all morning,” Phillip replied scathingly. Margaret arose and moved toward the door. John followed her. Phillip observed them speculatively.
“Great Scott!” he told himself, “I believe John’s been making love to Margey! Or else they’ve had a quarrel.”
At the doorway John laid his hand lightly on Margaret’s arm. She stopped on the threshold and turned to him.
“You promise?” he asked softly.
She hesitated and dropped her eyes. Then:
“Yes,” she answered.
He stood and watched her lay aside her cape and disappear into the drawing-room. When he turned again toward Phillip he heard the beat of hoofs on the drive.