Elsie turned toward him with impulsive friendliness, then remembering her other suitor paused and tried to assume a manner of unconcern.
“Of course, there’s someone at home,” she said, “can’t you see there is?”
“Can’t be sure that such loveliness is real,” said the newcomer gallantly.
“You’re talking Chicagoese,” said the girl, not, however, displeased.
“Simple fact, believe me,” was the assured response.
Elsie saw that Harvey was eyeing the stranger with hostility. “Do you know Mr. Spencer, Mr. Druce?”
“Everybody in Millville knows Mr. Spencer,” replied Martin Druce, putting out his hand. “He’s a town institution.”
“Thank you,” said Harvey, mollified by what he thought a sincere compliment and shaking hands.
“Institution!” laughed Elsie.
Harvey stopped and withdrew the hand. It dawned on him that there was a secret understanding between Druce and the girl.