I concluded that silence was discretion, and refused to answer more questions. Horatio looked at his watch.
"We have just time to see Miss Kellerton in the last act of 'The Stranger.' She is great! You should see her, when she turns and embraces the children; it's a scene of overwhelming pathos! Come!"
"With Pendlam's printed sermon in your pocket?"
Horatio laughed. "We will read it during the dance!"
But I declined; and he went alone into the theatre.
Not long after, I received a certain wedding card, and, in consequence, made a certain call. Susan was all blushes and smiles at sight of me; but I was cool and circumspect.
"We are friends, are we not?" I said, "We once thought we were more than that; but we became older and wiser. We agreed to disagree, very properly. It did not break our hearts; and that shows that it is better as it is."
"Perhaps," murmured Susan.
"Let us be quite frank with each other; that is the best way, Susan. We are good friends?"
"O, yes!" said Susan.