Not here--not now.
Come, let us join the others,--and you come to see me at home--soon." "Your own sweet way is mine, Patty," and Van Reypen kissed the trembling little hand he held.

"Now, brace up, dear; remember, they'll all be watching us, even chaffing us.

Can you meet them ?" "Yes," and Patty assumed her old mischievous smile.

"Carry things off with a high hand, Phil.

That's the way to meet them." Together they sauntered to the supper room, and, as they had expected, were met by a storm of chaff.
"Where have you two been?
'Fess up, now!" "Flirting," replied Van Reypen, coolly.