"From the very first," he lied glibly. "Something went over me—just like that. I can't tell you how, but I knew!"
"You made me so afraid of you," confessed the flapper.
"I never meant to, couldn't help it."
"I'm horribly shy, but I knew it had to be. I felt powerless."
"I know," he sympathized.
"Our day has come!" roared Grandma from out of the gloom. "We know our rights! We've broken glass! We break heads!" This was followed by "Ar! Ar! Ar!" meant for sinister growls of rage. It seemed to be the united voice of the mob.
They drew apart, once more self-conscious. They walked slowly out, passed the mob scene, which ignored them, and went with awkward little hesitations up the wide walk to the Breede portal. To Bean's suddenly cooled eye, the vast gray house towered above him as a menace. He had a fear that it might fall upon him.
At the entrance they stood discreetly apart. Bean wondered what he ought to say. His sense of guilt was overwhelming. But the flapper seemed clear-headed enough.
"You leave it to me," she said, as if he had confided his perplexity to her. "Leave it all to me. I've always managed."
"Yes," said Bean, meaning nothing whatever.
She made little movements that suggested
