She was hiding a little. She still had a
curious reluctance to see Clarence again, and she felt as if she did
not want to see John, either, for a little while. Because the next
time she saw him she would probably know whether she was right or
wrong. She was nearly certain she was right, but there was a little
shivering possibility that she might not be. There was always Gail!...
"Sorcerette, dear!" said Clarence's voice wooingly in the dim doorway.
He had changed back to evening clothes, and looked very handsome, if
a little theatrical, for the black was not quite yet off his brows
and lashes. He, too, looked excited.
"Come out and dance, Joy of my life," he said.
"I'm--I'm waiting for John," she stammered. She still did not want
to go with him.
"John's otherwise engaged," Clarence informed her coolly. "Did you
think Gail intended to go without one kind word the whole evening?
Not so! Come, or I'll think you mean to be highly impolite."
The same reluctance still held Joy's feet, and she did not like the
insinuation, but there really seemed no way out.
"Cheer up, Sorcerette, dear," he said in her ear, as he swept her
away. "'Get happy, chile, ain't you done got me?'"
She did not talk. She did not feel like it. She merely danced
lightly on with Clarence, letting him say what he pleased.
"Do you remember the first time we danced together, Joy, the first
time you ever danced with any one? I have always been so glad I was
the first man you ever danced with.
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