"So—thank you," she said, half turning around, "but I won't dine with you—to-night."
"Then, perhaps, to-morrow——"
"Don't come into town with me to-morrow, Mr. Desboro."
"I'm coming in anyway."
"Why?"
"There's an affair—a kind of a dance. There are always plenty of things to take me into town in the evenings."
"Is that why you came in to-night?" She knew she should not have said it.
He hesitated, then, with a laugh: "I came in to town because it gave me an hour longer with you. Are you going to send me away now?" And her folly was answered in kind.
She said, confused and trying to smile: "You say things that you don't mean. Evening, for us, must always mean 'good-night.'"
"Why, Jacqueline?"