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 “That’s enough,” she said.

“It’s all right, Dot,’ he murmured.“You look very sweet tonight.”

They said nothing as the cab swung up Broadway, across Fifty-ninth Street. She was amused at the thought of her mother’s probable reactions to an account of Arnold’s advances. Not that Dorothy would tell her!

“That was an awfully exciting evening,” commented Dorothy at length.

“Nothing excites you,” remarked Arnold almost snappishly.

“I was thrilled.”

“Really?”

He tried to take her hand again, but she withdrew it firmly.

The cab stopped at Dorothy’s door. Arnold paid the driver, and escorted Dorothy up the steps.

“You've still got my key?” she asked.

He opened the door and hesitated.

“I’m sorry I can’t ask you in,” she said, extending her hand. “It’s a little late.”

“Yes, and I’ve got to be downtown early tomorrow— or today.”

“Thank you so much! It was a wonderful evening!"

Arnold smiled.

"When will I see you again?” he asked.

“Oh—ring me up.”

She moved inside the door and switched on the light.

“Good night, Arnold. Thank you so much-"

“S’long, Dot.”

She wondered what had prompted Arnold suddenly to wax amorous in the cab. Could it have been the effect of the negress’ writhings? Hadn’t Tommy once said that Arnold was saving his kisses for the girl he was going