"What's wrong, what's the matter?" he said, laughing, feeling all at once a delightful glow at the sight of her snapping eyes and breathless, parted lips. "They've brought me back and tied a dragon to me," she cried indignantly. "I won't stand it. I won't go parading up and down with a keeper, just like an animal in a zoo. It's all mother's doings, and Dolly's, because I miffed her old duke. Send the dragon away, please, Bojo, please." "What's her name?" he said, with an eye to the approaching car. "Mlle. du Something or other--how do I know?" The frantic companion now bearing down, with the chauffeur set to a grin, Bojo explained his right to act as Miss Drina's escort, and the matter was adjusted by the _demoiselle de compagnie_ promising to keep a block behind until they neared home. Patsie waxed indignant. "Wait till I get hold of Dad! I'll fix her! The idea! I'm eighteen-- I guess I can take care of myself. I say, let's give them the slip. No? Oh, dear, it would be such fun. I'm crazy to slip off and get some skating. What do you think? Can't even do that. Too vulgar!" "What did you say to the Duke that raised such a row?" said Bojo, pleasantly conscious of the light weight on his arm. "Nothing at all," said Patsie, with an innocent face; but there was a twinkle in the eyes. "I simply asked what this _mariage de convenance_ was I heard them all talking about, and when he started in to make some long-winded speech I cut in and asked him if it wasn't when people didn't love each other but married to pay the bills. Then every one talked out loud and mother looked at me through her telescope." "You knew, of course," said Bojo reprovingly. Drina laughed a guilty laugh. "I don't think Dolly wants to marry him a bit," she declared. "It's all mother. Catch me marrying like that." "And how are you going to marry?" "When I marry, it'll be because I'm so doggoned in love I'd be sitting out on the top step waiting for him to come round. If I were engaged to a man I'd hook him tight and I wouldn't let go of him either, no matter who was looking on. What sort of a love is it when you sit six feet apart and try to look bored when some one rattles a door!" "Patsie--you're very romantic, I'm afraid." She nodded her head energetically, rattling on: "Moonlight, shifting clouds, heavily scented flowers, and all that sort of thing. Never mind, they'd better look out. I'm not going to stand this sort of treatment. I'll elope." "You wouldn't do that, Patsie." "Yes, I would. I say, when you and Doris marry will you let me come and stay with you?" "We certainly will," he said enthusiastically. "Then what are you waiting for?" "I'm waiting," said Bojo dryly, after a pause, "until I have made enough money of my own." "Good for you," she said, as if immensely relieved. "I knew you were that sort." "And when are you coming out?" he asked, to turn the conversation. "The night before the wedding. Isn't it awful?"