"But I did send a note, and waited around all day."
How was she to tell him that it was to the tone of the note she objected—to the hint of a clandestine meeting? She turned the light of her eyes full upon him.
"Would you have been content to see me in the parlor?" she asked. "Did you mean to see me there?"
"Why, yes," said he; "I would have given my head to see you anywhere, only—"
"Only what?"
"Duncan might have came in and spoiled it."
"Spoiled what?"
Bob fidgeted.
"Look here, Cynthia," he said, "you're not stupid—far from it. Of course you know a fellow would rather talk to you alone."
"I should have been very glad to have seen Mr. Duncan, too."