"That can be offset somewhat by the thought of the poor parents who never have known a son or a daughter," said Jane.
"How can they be parents, then?" demanded Bobby Rigby, coming up in time.
"Go away, Bobby," she said scornfully.
"That's a nice way to treat logic," he grumbled, ambling on in quest of Miss Clegg.
"The debate will become serious if you continue," said Mrs. Cable lightly. "Come along, Mr. Bansemer; Mrs. Craven is waiting."
When they were across the room and alone, she turned a white face to him and remonstrated bitterly: "Oh, that was cowardly of you after your promise to me!"
"I forgot myself," he said quietly. "Don't believe me to be utterly heartless." His hand touched her arm. Instantly her assumed calm gave way to her deep agitation, and with a swift change of manner, she turned on him, her passion alight.
"You---!" she stammered; then her fears found voice. "What do you mean?" she demanded in smothered, alarmed tones.
He desisted savagely and shrank away, the colour flaming into his disgusted, saturnine face. He did not speak to her again until he said good-bye long afterward.
As he had expected, his place at the dinner-table was some distance from hers. He was across the table from Jane and Graydon, and several seats removed from. David Cable. He smiled grimly and knowingly when he saw that he had been cut off cleverly from the Cables.
"To-morrow night, then, Jane!" said Graydon at parting. No one was near enough to catch the tender eagerness in his voice, nor to see the happy flush in her cheek as she called after him: "To-morrow night!"