I don't mind that, for sometimes I do feel ashamed--I did the other night to have you sit with me there, and to feel that I was dressed so very differently from all of them." He laughed reassuringly.
"I don't think men notice those things.

To me you seemed just as you should seem.

I only know that I was glad enough to be there with you." "Were you ?"--rather wistfully.
"Of course I was.

Now I am going, but before I go, don't forget Monday afternoon.

We'll have lunch and then go to your brother's rooms." She glanced at the clock.
"Is it really so late ?" she asked.
"It is.