I must be going now.

You are going to be good ?" She looked at Julian, who, still feeling generous, thrust a rough, boyish arm about her neck and kissed her.
"You're a trump!" he said.

"There! Good-night! I'll be as meek as Moses in the morning." It was a definite promise, and Avery felt relieved.

She took leave of Ronald more ceremoniously.

His scrupulous politeness demanded it.