"I didn't quite know."
"Thank heaven it wasn't!" said John.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THE SLIGHTLY SURPRISING CLARENCE
Phyllis was perfectly all right the next day. She stayed in the
hammock because Allan made her, and she confessed to a shadow of a
headache, but altogether, she said, her accident was worth much less
fuss than was made over it. The rehearsals swept relentlessly on,
past all stemming. Clarence was getting thinner under the strain,
which was very becoming, and pleased him exceedingly.
Joy, too, was a little affected by the current of things. In all
Clarence's off moments he was either with her or trying to be, and
she could not at all make him out. If he had been anybody else she
would have thought he was very much in earnest about trying to make
her marry him. But, then, John, when she came to think of it, could
have been described the same way. A bit of Gail's careless wisdom,
dropped one day at rehearsal, gave her a clue to things. Gail had
been stating to one of the teachers, who played _Fleta_, one of
the leaders of the chorus, that she'd had four proposals that
summer. Gail's attitude of cynical frankness about her desire to
collect scalps was something to make the average person gasp. She
really meant it. She was, as Joy had discovered by this time, quite
without malice--also quite without considerateness.
"It isn't difficult," said Gail to the stiffening teacher.
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