He thought her voice somewhat chilly.
“Nelly—I’m so sorry—I didn’t really have the chance to tell you in there how sorry I was for the way I spoke to you. Gee! it was fierce of me—but I felt—I couldn’t dance, and—oh—”
No answer.
“And you did mind it, didn’t you?”
“Why, I didn’t think you were so very nice about it—when I’d tried so hard to have you have a good time—”
“Oh, Nelly, I’m so sorry—”
There was tragedy in his voice. His shoulders, which he always tried to keep as straight as though they were in a vise when he walked with her, were drooping.
She touched his glove. “Oh don’t, Billy; it’s all right now. I understand. Let’s forget—”
“Oh, you’re too good to me!”
Silence.