"So did I. Until—Dee, did you ever have a man that you've always known suddenly look different to you?"
"No. Not enough different, anyway, to make any difference."
"It's hard to explain. Something in the way he affects you changes and all the world changes with it. That's how it was with Fred, and, I suppose the same way about me with him. Though he claims he's been mad about me for months."
"That's a blessing, considering," remarked Dee grimly. "Suppose you were seen going into his place?"
"We weren't."
"So far as you know."
"If we should have been, it's a sweet little scandal for the cats, isn't it!"
"In that case it's up to Freddie. It's up to Freddie anyway."
"Freddie's all right," declared Connie with conviction. "If he hadn't been—Dee, when I came to, I told him I didn't want to go home."
"You wanted to stay?" said the sister slowly.