"Have you told Nellie?" he asked.
"No. I haven't seen her."
"She never knew you had asked Miss Delane before?"
"No. Nobody knew but her people and you. I think she had an idea I liked Jan."
"Yes, but not more?"
"No. I don't think so."
Philip whistled gently, and twisted the little plan in his fingers. Dale, in his good humor, said:
"Why the deuce, Phil, do you go on fidgeting with that thing? You're like an old hen over an egg."
"Yes; I don't know that it is any good. I think I'll destroy it."
And he tore it slowly in two, and threw it in the fire.