"
"I will go back with you if you like," said he turning around to
follow me.
I assented of course, and we hurried on to where the path was wider
that we might be companionable and walk side by side.
"You had a little talk you say? I fling discretion to the winter wind,
and ask, what about?"
"It is a wonder you don't say whom about" I returned with some
emphasis.
"It is" he answered. "I must have been distracted indeed not to have
put it in that way, however, it will do now, will it not?"
"Quite as well" said I, "for early or late the question can elicit no
definite answer, as we talked of no one."
"What?"
"Surprising, isn't it?" I asked satirically, "nevertheless it is the
startling truth."
"Maybe so," said he softly. "I thought on the day after an event such
as last night's young girls had a great deal to say in confidence
about people and things. I see I have been mistaken, although--"
"Although what?"
"Well--although last night lay itself particularly open to an
interesting criticism, I think."
"Musical evenings generally do I think."
"I mean everything else but the music."
"What else was there?"
"Desperate flirting or earnest love-making, I wish I knew which."
"I wish I could tell you really, Mr. Dalton, but you seem to know more
about the matter already than I do."
"I cannot help it Amey," he said in a muffled tone, then looking up.
"It promises to be a stormy night," he added in an entirely new voice.
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