the evening was half over, and he showed feeling: "I s'pose they been bragging to you about that old tub o' theirs," he said severely, as he danced with her. "They never meet anybody new they don't begin right away to blah-blah about it. I hope you didn't flatter 'em by seeming to take any interest in it—I mean after this afternoon."
"After this afternoon, Nelson?" she asked vaguely.
"Yes," he said. "You know. I mean our caring for the same things. You know."
"Oh, yes," she returned quickly. "Of course."
"You meant it, didn't you, Claire?"
"Meant what?"
"Well—you know. I mean about our caring for the same things. Didn't you?"
"Yes, Nelson."
"Well, since we found that out, don't you think it makes a difference? What I mean: when two people care for the same things, why, I shouldn't think one of 'em would seem so excited about meeting a lot of new men, and look in their eyes, and seem so eager and pleased when they cut in when we're dancing together and everything like that. What I mean: if I didn't remember this afternoon, the way you been
