There came another dance—and again a tall domino. Sylvia suspected, but was not sure, until they were in their seats, when the domino sat stiff and straight, and she was certain. “Is that you?” she asked; and the answer came, “It is.”
“It is evident that some one is amusing himself at our expense,” said Sylvia, coldly. “I really think we shall have to stop it.”
“Miss Castleman,” broke in the other. “I hope you will believe me that I have had absolutely nothing to do with this.”
She answered, consolingly, “I assure you, Mr. van Tuiver, your unpreparedness has been quite evident.”
There was a pause, while he considered that. “What shall we do?” he asked.
“I think that you had best see Mr. Bates, and make clear to him that we have had enough.”
He hesitated. “Is—is that really necessary?”
“What else can we do—spend the evening together?”
“I really wish we could, Miss Castleman!”
“What—and you making love as you have been?”