"Of course it is," said Cornish heartily.
They stood for a moment on the porch. The night was one of low clamour from the grass, tiny voices, insisting.
"Of course," said Lulu, "of course you won't—you wouldn't—"
"Say anything?" he divined. "Not for dollars. Not," he repeated, "for dollars."
"But I knew you wouldn't," she told him.
He took her hand. "Good-night," he said. "I've had an awful nice time singing and listening to you talk—well, of course—I mean," he cried, "the supper was just fine. And so was the music."
"Oh, no," she said.
Mrs. Bett came into the hall.
"Lulie," she said, "I guess you didn't notice—this one's from Ninian."
"Mother—"