He thinks nothing matters much, for everything is coming out all right in the end." "Then where do you place me in his scheme of things ?" "That depends, doesn't it," she replied carelessly, "on whether you are the master of the ship or only a prisoner under the hatches." He reddened, and she added nothing to relieve his embarrassment.
"You think, then-- ?" And he stopped, uneasy under her gaze.
"Some of the time I don't think; I just wonder.

And that's very different, isn't it ?" He realized now how much he had counted on the kind things he had expected her to say.

He had plainly lost ground with her since their talk on the Madison campus, and he wanted to justify himself, to convince her of his rectitude, and of her failure to understand his part in the convention, but the time and place were unpropitious.
Allen was calling attention to the moonlight and proposing an automobile flight into the country.

His car would hold them all, and he announced himself the safest of chauffeurs.

Mrs.Owen declined, on the double plea that she had business to attend to and did not ride in motor cars even to please Allen Thatcher; Bassett also excused himself; so the rest set off presently under Mrs.Bassett's chaperonage.
"Are you going downtown, Morton ?" asked Mrs.Owen, as they watched the motor roll away.
"No; I'd like to see you on a business matter, Aunt Sally, if you can give me a few minutes." "Certainly, Morton; come right in." She flashed on the lights in her office where Thomas A.Hendricks still gazed benevolently at Maud S.breaking her record.
"I owe you an apology, Aunt Sally," Bassett began at once.