“But you know it was the first time you had been out together?”
“Yes.”
“And naturally she would wish to have you a good deal to herself, or at least not seeming to run after other people.”
“Yes, yes; I know that.”
“And no one ever likes to be taken at their word in a thing like that.”
“I ought to have thought of that, but I didn't. I wish I had gone to you first, Mrs. Pasmer. Somehow it seems to me as if I were very young and inexperienced; I didn't use to feel so. I wish you were always on hand to advise me, Mrs. Pasmer.” Dan hung his head, and his face, usually so gay, was blotted with gloom.
“Will you take my advice now?” asked Mrs. Pasmer.
“Indeed I will!” cried the young fellow, lifting his head. “What is it?”
“See Alice about this.”
Dan jumped to his feet, and the sunshine broke out over his face again. “Mrs. Pasmer, I promised to take your advice, and I'll do it. I will see her. But how? Where? Let me have your advice on that point too.”