_O-oh_, I just _detest_ you!" Young Haight turned her hand palm upward and kissed the little circle of crumpled flesh that showed where her glove buttoned.

Then she tore her hand away and ran downstairs, while he followed more slowly.
On her way back to the dressing-room she met him again, crossing the hall.
"Don't you want to see me home ?" she said.
"Do I _want_ to ?" shouted young Haight.
"Oh, but I forgot," she cried.

"You can't.

I won't let you.

You have your other dances engaged!" "Oh, damn the other dances!" he exclaimed, but instead of being offended, Turner only smiled.
Toward one o'clock there was a general movement to go.