She looked at her watch. “I’d no idea it was so late. I must dress.”
“All right,” Nora agreed. “Let’s see what’s become of Ethel.”
“Just a minute, Alice,” her husband called as she was mounting the broad stairway that led from the hall.
“Run along, Nora,” Alice said, “I’ll be up in a minute.”
“I’ll go and wait for Monty,” the girl returned. “I think you’re going to be lectured.” She sauntered out of the French windows toward the Pagoda.
“Well,” said Alice smiling, “what is it?”
“I just wanted to tell you how mighty glad I was to see you,” he confessed.
“And, Mikey dear,” she said simply, “I’m mighty glad to see you.”
“Are you really?” he demanded. “You’re not missing Paris?”
“Paris be hanged,” she retorted; “I’m in love with a man and not with a town.”