"Maud's mad with me," he explained. "I thought I could take her out
to-night. Remembered afterwards I couldn't. Say, old man, you're going
it a bit, aren't you?" he continued, shaking his head at his late
employer.
Mr. Waddington held his companion's hand more tenderly than ever.
"At your age," he remarked, severely, "you shouldn't notice such things.
Milly and I are old friends, aren't we?" he added, drawing her to him.
"Well, it's taken a bit of making up my mind to forgive you," the young
lady admitted. "What a pity you can't bring Maud along to-night!" she
went on, addressing Burton. "We're going to Frascati's to dinner and
into the Oxford afterwards. Get along back and make it up with her.
You can easily break your other engagement."
Burton swaggered back to the threshold of the other room.
"Hi! Come along, Maudie!" he said. "I can't take you out to-night but
I'll take you to-morrow night, and I'll stand a bottle of champagne now
to make up for it."
"Don't want your champagne," the young lady began;--"leastways," she
added, remembering that, after all, business was supposed to be her
first concern, "I won't say 'no' to a glass of wine with you, but you
mustn't take it that you can come in here and do just as you please.
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