Resentment was swallowed up in hope.
The fact that Miss Jones' feeling for him bore a striking resemblance to that of Simon Legree for Uncle Tom, deterred him not at all.

Naturally, he was not wholly unconscious that when he should lay his hand for the cotillon at her feet it would be her inward desire to step on it; but he believed that if he were first in the field Marjorie would have to accept.

These things are governed by law.
It was his fond intention to reach her house even in advance of herself, and with grave misgiving he beheld a large automobile at rest before the sainted gate.

Forthwith, a sinking feeling became a portent inside him as little Maurice Levy emerged from the front door of the house.
"'Lo, Penrod!" said Maurice airily.
"What you doin' in there ?" inquired Penrod.
"In where ?" "In Marjorie's." "Well, what shouldn't I be doin' in Marjorie's ?" Mr.Levy returned indignantly.

"I was inviting her for my partner in the cotillon--what you s'pose ?" "You haven't got any right to!" Penrod protested hotly.