"If I came to Bentwood Hadleys, would you be glad?"
"Oh, yes," she said hesitatingly, "but you mustn't come."
Eugene was there that week-end. It wasn't difficult to manage.
"I'm awfully tired," he wrote to Mrs. Hadley. "Why don't you invite me out?"
"Come!" came a telegram, and he went.
On this occasion, he was more fortunate than ever. Suzanne was there, out riding when he came, but, as he learned from Mrs. Hadley, there was a dance on at a neighboring country club. Suzanne with a number of others was going. Mrs. Dale decided to go, and invited Eugene. He seized the offer, for he knew he would get a chance to dance with his ideal. When they were going in to dinner, he met Suzanne in the hall.
"I am going with you," he said eagerly. "Save a few dances for me."
"Yes," she said, inhaling her breath in a gasp.
They went, and he initialled her card in five places.
"We must be careful," she pleaded. "Ma-ma won't like it."