"I'll tell Tooting to give you a good seat," he called back, as he started onward.
Hastings Weare looked up,at her, with laughter-brimming eyes.
"Victoria, you're a wonder!" he remarked. "Say, do you remember that tall fellow we met at Humphrey's party, Austen Vane?"
"I saw him on the street in Ripton the other day, and he came right up and spoke to me. He hadn't forgotten my name. Now, he'd be my notion of a candidate. He makes you feel as if your presence in the world meant something to him."
"I think he does feel that way," replied Victoria.
"I don't blame him if he feels that way about you," said Hastings, who made love openly.
"Hastings," she answered, "when you get a little older, you will learn to confine yourself to your own opinions."
"When I do," he retorted audaciously, "they never make you blush like that."