“We——”
“Oh, everybody. That means you, too, of course. Come in and let me introduce you. The people are jolly, most of them. There are always some queer ones, you know, at a place like this.”
“But, Margaret, I didn't come to play euchre. I don't want to know these people. Can't you see? I came on purpose to see you, and to talk to you. Get your things and take a walk with me. Never mind the euchre.”
“Oh, no, I couldn't do that. The people—it wouldn't look right.”
“What do we care for them?”
“No, I mustn't. We had really better go in.” And in she went, with Halloran, crestfallen, following.
After an insufferable evening he tried again to see her, and again it was accomplished only by maneuvering.
“Margaret,” he said, when he had drawn her into the corner of the emptying room, “tell me what it means. What's the matter?”
She looked at him and slowly shook her head. “Nothing,” she replied; “nothing at all.”
“Did you get my letters?”