His voice showed some of his eagerness, though.

"I was going to have dinner with some men at the University Club, but I can chuck that and take you to the Biltmore or somewhere else if you like." Joan shook her head.

"Not to-night, Marty.

I'm going to bed early, for a change." "Aren't you going to give me one evening, then ?" His question was apparently as casual as his attitude.

He stood with his hands in his pockets and his legs wide apart and his teeth showing.