"Gad! I never thought of that. She held me, after all."
"What on earth are you driving at?"
"If there's one thing I hate more than another, it's a narrative; but I see I'm in for it. Sit still and hold your tongue till I'm through with it."
Eugene obeyed implicitly; and Ayre, not without honest pride, recounted his Baden triumph.
"And unless she's bolder than I think, you'll find a letter to that effect."
Eugene sat very quiet.
"Well, you don't seem overpleased, after all. Wasn't I right?"
"Quite right, old fellow. But, I say, is she in love with Haddington?"
"Ah, there's your beastly vanity? I think she is rather, you know, or she'd never have given herself away so."
"Rum taste!" said Eugene, whose relief at his freedom was tempered by annoyance at Kate's insensibility. "But I'm awfully obliged. And, by Jove, Ayre, it's new life to me!"