The dogs followed him to the back fence, but did not bark.  Only a few soft whines followed him as he sped down the road, thrilled with a sense of adventure and romance.  If Juliet should happen to wake, she would think he had gone away because he was angry, and never need know that like some misunderstood knight of old, he was merely upon an errand of chivalry for her.  The fudges would do as well as the calla lilies, probably, though he felt instinctively that they were not quite as elegant.

It was a long way to Madame Bernard’s, and Juliet’s knight-errant was weary, after an exhausting day in town.  He paused outside the gate long enough to clean the dust from his shoes with the most soiled of his two handkerchiefs, then went boldly up the steps and rang the bell.

He was embarrassed to find Colonel Kent and Allison there, though the younger man’s tact speedily set him at ease again, and enabled him to offer Isabel the pan of fudges with unwonted grace of manner.  Then he went over to Madame Bernard.

“Juliet couldn’t come to-night,” he said, “but here’s our card.”

Madame could not repress a smile as she read “The Crosby Twins” engraved in the fashionable script of the moment.  “How very original,” she said, kindly.  “Nobody but you and Juliet would have thought of it.”

“Jule thought of it,” he replied, with evident pride.  “She’s more up on etiquette than I am.”

“If it’s proper for husband and wife to have their names engraved on the same card,” Madame went on, “it must be all right for twins.”

“It’s more proper,” Romeo returned, “because nobody is so much related as twins are.  Husband and wife are only relatives by marriage.”

Colonel Kent laughed appreciatively.  “Good!  May I have some of Miss Isabel’s candy?”

Isabel, convulsed with secret mirth, informally passed the pan, and only Romeo refused.  “I can have ’em any time,” he said, generously.  “Doesn’t Jule make dandy fudges, though?”

Everybody agreed that she did.  Madame Francesca expressed something more than conventional regret that Juliet had not been able to come.  “She was asleep,” Romeo explained, with studied indifference.

“After she wakes,” suggested Colonel Kent, “we’d like very much to have you both come to our house to dinner.”

“Thank you,” replied Romeo, somewhat stiffly.  “We’d be very much pleased.”  Then to himself, he added:  “That was a lie, but it wasn’t to Jule, so it doesn’t matter.”

Rose made friendly inquiries about the dogs and told Allison that Romeo was said to have the finest collection of fishing tackle in the State.  Much gratified, Romeo invited Allison to go fishing with him as soon as the season opened, and, as an afterthought, politely included the Colonel.

“I’ve never been fishing,” remarked Isabel, as she could think of nothing else to say.

“Girls are an awful bother in a boat,” Romeo returned, with youthful candour.  “That is, except Juliet.”