“Glenn, is that girl in love with you?” asked Carley, bluntly.
To her amaze, Glenn laughed. When had she heard him laugh? It thrilled her, yet nettled her a little.
“If that isn’t like you!” he ejaculated. “Your very first words after we are left alone! It brings back the East, Carley.”
“Probably recall to memory will be good for you,” returned Carley. “But tell me. Is she in love with you?”
“Why, no, certainly not!” replied Glenn. “Anyway, how could I answer such a question? It just made me laugh, that’s all.”
“Humph! I can remember when you were not above making love to a pretty girl. You certainly had me worn to a frazzle—before we became engaged,” said Carley.
“Old times! How long ago they seem!... Carley, it’s sure wonderful to see you.”
“How do you like my gown?” asked Carley, pirouetting for his benefit.
“Well, what little there is of it is beautiful,” he replied, with a slow smile. “I always liked you best in white. Did you remember?”
“Yes. I got the gown for you. And I’ll never wear it except for you.”