She had forgotten him;
but now she felt glad of his humble request to be allowed to see her
home. It would have been such a big drop from her crowded hour of
triumph to the long lonely cab ride and the solitude of the hotel. She
resolved to be gracious, feeling a little sorry for her neglect of
him--but reflecting with satisfaction that he had probably been watching
her the whole time.
"What's the matter with my tie?" he asked. "Wrong colour?"
She laughed. "Yes," she answered. "It ought to be grey to match your
suit. And so ought your socks."
"I didn't know it was going to be such a swell affair, or I shouldn't
have come," he said.
She touched his hand lightly.
"I want you to get used to it," she said. "It's part of your work. Put
your brain into it, and don't be afraid."
"I'll try," he said.
He was sitting on the front seat, facing her. "I'm glad I went," he said
with sudden vehemence. "I loved watching you, moving about among all
those people. I never knew before how beautiful you are."
Something in his eyes sent a slight thrill of fear through her.
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