"So have I--immensely--it is very good of you.

Good-bye." She held out her hand.
"Do you think you get off so lightly ?" he asked.
"How do you mean ?" "I mean--do you think I'm going to let you go without some chance of seeing you again ?" "But--" He checked that.

He could not guess what had been passing through her mind, yet the note in her voice on that one word was discouraging.
"You are going to come to dinner with me one evening." She was full of indecision.

He gave her no time to think.

It was not his intention to do so.
"But how can I ?" she began.
"By coming dressed--just as you are.