He went out, holding himself very erect and looking very cheerful until
he reached the corner. There however he slumped, and it was a rather
despondent young man who stood sometime later, on the center of the
deserted bridge over the small river, and surveyed the water with moody
eyes.
In the dusky living-room Nina was speaking her mind.
"You treat him like a dog," she said. "Oh, I know you're civil to him,
but if any man looked at me the way Wallie looks at you--I don't know,
though," she added, thoughtfully. "It may be that that is why he is so
keen. It may be good tactics. Most girls fall for him with a crash."
But when she glanced at Elizabeth she saw that she had not heard. Her
eyes were fixed on something on the street beyond the window. Nina
looked out. With a considerable rattle of loose joints and four
extraordinarily worn tires the Livingstone car was going by.