She hurried across the floor without waiting for him, to where Allan
and Phyllis were still standing together. They had stolen a dance
with each other--they danced together altogether too much for
married people, anyway, Mrs. Hewitt said.
The atmosphere of happiness and serenity that was about Phyllis was
something Joy could always rest in thankfully. Her own moods
alternated so that Phyllis' calmness was an especial comfort.
"I--I'm so tired," she said wistfully. "Couldn't we go soon?"
"I should think we could," said Phyllis willingly, while Allan
seconded the motion with joy.
"There's no place like home," he said. "I've been considering the
fact that it was getting on for four, and that I have an appointment
at ten tomorrow, for a half-hour. Go get your wraps, Phyllis, my
darling, and I'll get John, as my share of the bargain. We'll be
awaiting you happily in a dark corner of the porch."
Joy wanted to flee from Clarence. And she looked forward happily to
being with John on the back seat of the motor, and talking over the
evening with him. She would learn, perhaps, just what he had meant
when he had seen her last. Her heart beat hard with the excitement
of the thought. She was nearly sure--dear wishing ring!
She slipped off, after speaking to Mrs. Hewitt, and saw Allan and
John moving off together to the men's cloak-room.
She sang softly to herself as she put on her cloak. She would be
with John again in a moment.
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