Then I took off my gloves and fell to rubbing the fingers of my left hand. And he moved round and put it in the other coat pocket without a word, with his hand over it, and the danger was past, for the time anyhow. Mother came round that evening about the elopement. "Perhaps you are right, Katherine," she said. "A lot of people will send things when the announcement cards go out. And Russell can afford to buy you anything you want anyhow." Madge was a nuisance all that week. She was always at the telephone first when it rang, and I did not like her tone when she said it was Herschenrother again. Once I could have sworn that I saw her following me, but she ducked into a shop when I turned round. She had transferred her affections to Henry, and he took her to a cotillon or two for the school set, and played round with the youngsters generally, and showed her a sweet time, as she said. But once when mother and I had been shut in my room, going over my clothes and making notes of what I would take with me, if the thing came to an elopement--I was pretty sure by that time, and we planned a sort of week-end outfit without riding things--I opened the door suddenly, and Madge was just outside. Well, we got her back to school finally, and Henry took her to the train. I remember mother's watching them as they got into the car together. "That wouldn't be so bad for Madge," she said reflectively. "She is bound to marry badly anyhow, she's so impulsive, and Henry would be a good counterweight. He is very dependable." "She would make him most unhappy," I said. "Probably Henry would be all right for Madge, but how about Madge for Henry?" Mother looked at me and said nothing. Russell proposed at the end of the next week, and I refused. He proposed in a movie. We'd had to give up the Art Gallery because Henry was always taking people through it. He took Toots one afternoon, and that finished us. There was a little talk that Henry and Toots were getting rather thick. The army man's leave was up, and she had to have somebody. There was probably something to it. We saw them in the park one afternoon sitting on a bench, and I could have sworn she had her hand in his coat pocket! Well, I refused Russell. "Why?" he said. "You're crazy about me, and you know it." "I'm not going to marry a past," I said. "You'd make me horribly unhappy." "I'd never bore you, that's one thing." "No, but you might find me dull." "Dull! Darling girl, I've never had as interesting a month in my life." I said nothing. After a minute: "Do you remember the first night we really met?" "In the pantry. Yes." "Do you remember what you said about being cold? And I told you it was a question of the right man?" I remembered. "Well, I'm the man," he said triumphantly. "Don't fool yourself--that little hand of yours slips into my coat pocket as if it belonged there. And it does." He pulled it out and kissed it. Luckily the theatre was dark.