7 CHAPTER
XVII
Ixststent jangling of the telephone woke Scott next
morning at the cluh, He was prepared for the rough sweetness of Pat's voice in his ear. “Ts that you, Mr. Scott? Aren’t you up yet? Lazy “Good-morning, little Pat. What time is it?” “J did wake you up, then. It’s terribly early—for me. Only nine. Aren't you surprised to hear me?” “Not a bit.” “Oh! You expected me to call up. Boasting, aren’t you? I didn’t intend to call you.” “But I intended to call you. Whst changed your mind?” “Oh, I don"t know,” she said evasively.
early myself, and I suppose I felt lonely.
“I woke up
When are you
coming out?" “Just as soon as I can get there.”
Her soft, elfin chuckle was the reception which this announcement
see you now.
got.
“Quick, then!
I want
awfully te
And I might change my mind later.
Throughout the hurried processes of dressing while he breakfasted,
Scott
strove
to quiet
and
command
his
thoughts, to find some clue to this tangle of passion wherein he had become ensnared. Incredible that he should so have lost himself, after the warning of the earlier experience.
She, too, had been carried beyond her depth
by a feeling presumably uninterpretable to her inexper® ence; so he believed. True, she had been through sentimental encounters before, by her own admission, but he
too fatuously assumed that these were of minor and ise
