“I don’t know; I just think so.”
“Well, I hope you’re right. For I mean to have the place if I can. I’m leaving to-morrow, and I shall see Corliss and find out about it at once.”
“Must you go to-morrow?” she asked, her eyes on the pansies. “Couldn’t you telegraph just as well?”
“Oh, I was going anyhow, you know,” he answered lightly. “I’ve stayed long enough—longer, in fact, than I agreed to—with myself, I mean,” he added, in response to her look of surprise. There was a moment of silence. Then he went on with a trace of awkwardness:
“I told Phil awhile ago that there was only one thing that could make me disregard the decencies and stay on here longer.”
She looked at him questioningly.
“One thing?”
“Yes.”
“Why, what is that?”
He shook his head.