"I'll take you back," began Dysart, but she passed in front of him and laid her hand on Mallett's arm.
"Won't you wait for me, Duane?"
And suddenly things seemed to be as they had been in their childhood, the resurgence swept them both back to the old and stormy footing again.
"Duane!"
"What?"
"I tell you to wait for me—here!" She stamped her foot.
He scowled—but waited. She turned on Dysart:
"Good-night!"—offering her hand with decision.
Dysart began: "But I had expected——"
"Good-night!"