“Oh, well, you must brace up,” said Boardman. “I've got to go now. She didn't mean it, of course.”
“Mean what?”
“That you were ungentlemanly. Women don't know half the time how hard they're hitting.”
“I guess she meant that she didn't want me, anyway,” said Mavering gloomily.
“Ah, I don't know about that. You'd better ask her the next time you see her. Good-bye.” He had risen, and he offered his hand to Mavering, who was still seated.
“Why, I've half a mind to go with you.”
“All right, come along. But I thought you might be going right on to Boston.”
“No; I'll wait and go on with you. How, do you go to the race?”
“In the press boat.”
“Any women?”