CHAPTER IX.
He woke in the morning to a great self-loathing: he had kissed a girl.
Mingled with the loathing was a curious pride in the very fact that caused the loathing, but the pride did not last long.

He came downstairs morbid to breakfast, and continued this mood afterward.

At noon Albert Paxton brought him a note which Milla had asked Sadie to ask Albert to give him.
Dearie: I am just wondering if you thought as much about something so sweet that happened last night as I did you know what.

I think it was the sweetest thing.

I send you one with this note and I hope you will think it is a sweet one.