"Really?"
"I'm willing to bet——"
"Oh, wait till we know one another officially before we begin to make wagers.... Still, I might, perhaps safely wager that I shall not find your friend Jack Austin very agreeable to-night."
So they settled the terms of the wager; cigarettes versus the inevitable bonbons.
"Everybody likes Jack Austin on sight," he said triumphantly, "so you may as well send the cigarettes when you are ready;" and he mentioned the brand.
"You will never smoke those cigarettes," she mused aloud, looking dreamily at him, her muff pressed alongside of her pretty cheek. "Tell me, Mr. Seabury, are you vindictive?"
"Not very."
"Revengeful?"
"Well—no, I don't think so," he replied. "Why?"
"I'm much relieved," she said, simply.