"You can't come there any more--I don't believe. I'm so glad to
have seen you here--who knows where I shall ever see you again? Why
wouldn't you talk to me any, that first time? Why were you so long in
asking me to dance to-night?"
She seemed to be pushing the claim of proprietorship first advanced at
the Belden ball.
"Well, I hope I've talked enough since."
"But where shall we talk together next time? I don't believe you can come
to the house," she repeated.
She seemed to be drawing attention romantically to obstacles in the
way--in their way--and to be calling on him to remove them.
"Perhaps they won't let me see you again. Perhaps they're offended by my
having danced with you here." She was adding to the barricade, but he was
bold and resourceful enough to level it.
"Ouf!" thought Truesdale. "Girls--they're alike, every one of 'em, after
all!"
XII
It was two o'clock in the morning when Jane said good-bye to Theodore
Brower in the vestibule and burst into the house. There was a light
burning in the library, and thitherward Jane swept in high feather. Her
father was sitting there; as she entered he took up a newspaper that he
had completely read out three hours before.
"Why, poppy!" she cried; "isn't this pretty late for you? But I know what
you've been sitting up for so long: to have me tell you all about the
party. Now, haven't you?"
Her father looked up at her in some wonder. Jane was distinctly in a
state of exhilaration.
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