“No,” said Mrs. Hilary.
“You never quarreled, or broke it off?”
“No.”
“Nobody came between you?”
“No. It all went just perfectly. Why, of course it did.”
“Hilary’s people made themselves nasty, perhaps?” I suggested, with a ray of hope.
“They fell in love with her on the spot,” said Hilary.
Then I rose and stood with my back to the fire.
“I do not know,” I observed, “what Miss Phyllis thinks about it—”
“I think it was just perfect, Mr. Carter.”