pelled to bear Felix's box herself into the crowded fraternity house, if for no other reason than because it had been jeered at.
Nevin replied, 'Very well,' and shrugged.
'But I'd love to have you take my coat.'
'I see!'
'What do you see?'
'Why, that the coat's less precious. I certainly got your number all wrong, Sheilah,' he went on in a light tone. 'I had no idea there was anything serious between you and that Nawn fellow.'
He simply wanted her to deny that there was anything serious. He wanted her to deny it very much. But she didn't!
Instead, holding her head a little higher she replied, 'Why do you refer to him as "that Nawn fellow"? Just because he isn't in a fraternity?' And the conversation that might have led but for that impulsive wrong turn of Sheilah's to an explanation, and a firm road-bed of understanding, swerved down into miry soil where it sunk deeper and deeper.
'Good Lord, no!' exclaimed Nevin. 'There are lots of good fellows not in fraternities. How protective you are of him! I suppose I should have said "Mister Nawn."'
'You were scornful of him. You know you were!'
'And of course I shouldn't be scornful of any one
