None seemed to fit this difficult case how to make love to a girl of his own class whom his conventional, socially ambitious nature forbade him to consider marrying.

As he observed her in the moonlight, he said to himself: "I've got to look out or I'll make a damn fool of myself with her." For his heady passion was fast getting the better of those prudent instincts he had inherited from a father who almost breathed by calculation.
While he was still struggling for an "opening," Susan eager to help him but not knowing how, there came from the far interior of the house three distant raps.

"Gracious!" exclaimed Susan.
"That's Uncle George.

It must be ten o'clock." With frank regret, "I'm so sorry.

I thought it was early." "Yes, it did seem as if I'd just come," said Sam.