"We can be by ourselves if we wish. They're going to read a play together," she explained naïvely, "and they won't bother us——"
She checked herself, blushing furiously. He, at his end of the wire, could scarcely speak for the quick tumult of his heart, but he managed to say calmly enough:
"We've got the entire estate to roam over if they bore us."
"Will you take me for a walk on Sunday?"
"Yes, if you would care to go."
"Haven't I invited you to take me?"
"Have you really, Jacqueline?"
"Yes. Good-bye. I will be waiting for you at five."
She returned to her desk, the flush slowly cooling in her cheeks; and she was just resuming her seat when a clerk brought Clydesdale's card.