"Well—Bob?" Pat said, after a period of silence.
"It's no good," he said at last. "Since I met you the other night, I've been thinking of what I'd like to say to you—and, now, it's best that I forget it."
He turned half away from her as he continued to speak. "I'd better go now."
Pat looked at him in astonishment. "Oh, please, Bob! Get it off your mind, whatever it is," she begged.
"The truth is," he began, "what embarrasses me most—"
"There you go!" she interrupted. "I know exactly what you're going to say, and to me it's such a silly thing."
"Will you explain just what you mean?"
"I mean, well, that I'm not a snob. I've never boasted about my position, about having everything I want. The most exciting thing in the world to me is meeting new people—nice people—and expecting one doesn't know what. I don't expect you to hand me any credentials; that would be odious. Of course, to you, I must appear disgustingly idle and useless. But it just happens that I like you very much, and—and I would like to be your friend."
McGinity grinned. "I think I can arrange that all right," he said.
"I'm very glad you can," she said. "And, please, get the other thing off your mind, whatever it is, and don't let it come back again, at any rate, not so—so overwhelmingly." She laughed out loud as she stretched forth her hand.