"I must," she answered. "It's the one duty I do."
But the note of protecting solicitude in his voice had touched her. She turned softer eyes upon him and smiled.
"We'll dance some more to-morrow afternoon. Till then, au revoir."
"But I am to revoir you in the park in a few hours?"
"So you say."
"Also at luncheon?"
"Oh yes, of course."
"Persis, are you never c-coming?" Willie Enslee hiccoughed.
"Yes, pet," she laughed, ironically, and nodded again to Forbes. Forbes winced at the endearment she gave Enslee, even though he felt it to be sarcastic. He winced again as Enslee took her white elbow in his white glove and made a fumbling effort to help her in. The white fleece she was vanished into his dark car like a moon slipping into clouds.
Ten Eyck boosted Willie in and clambered after him "as a chaperon."