The window was a door. Charity opened it and invited Jim in, wondering but strangely comforted. He invited her out. He explained about his gorgeous new car and his loneliness and begged her to take the air.
She put back her hands to indicate her inappropriate costume, a flimsy evening gown of brilliant color.
“Mrs. Noxon has gone out to dinner. I was to go with her, but I begged off. I'm going to New York to-morrow, and I was blue and—”
“And so am I. I've got an extra coat in my car, and the night is mild.”
“No, I'd better not.”
“Aw, come along!”
“No-o—”
“Yes!”
“All right. I'll get a veil for my hair.”
She closed the French window and hurried away. She reappeared at the front door and shut it stealthily after her.