"Juliet said something
about asking you to go with us the second time we went out. Of course
it's her place to do it."
"I'd love to go," murmured Isabel.
"She'll ask you when you come out to return her call," Romeo continued.
"I've been meaning to come, but I've been waiting for good roads."
"When you come," he answered, "don't say anything about my having been
here. It might make her feel bad to think I went out calling and left
her asleep."
"All right--I won't."
As soon as it was possible, without obvious effort, Romeo made his
escape, after shaking hands with everyone and promising to come again
very soon. "I'll bring Jule next time. Good-night!"
Once outside, he ran toward home like a hunted wild animal, hoping with
all his heart that Juliet was still asleep. It was probable, for more
than once she had slept on the sofa all night.
But the kindly fate that had hitherto guided him suddenly failed him
now. When he reached home, panting and breathless, having discovered
that it was almost midnight, a drooping little figure in a torn kimona
opened the door and fell, weeping into his arms.
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