“And——?”
“And Miss Pocklington said it was time for some music.”
“Upon my soul, it’s too bad!”
“My dear fellow, you know you were in love with her—in your fishlike kind of way. Only you’ve forgotten it. One does forget it when——”
“Well?” asked George.
“When one’s in love with another girl. Ah, George, you can’t escape my eagle eye! I saw your game, and I did you a kindness.”
George thought it no use trying to keep his secret. “That’s your idea of a kindness, is it?”
“Certainly. I’ve made her jealous.”
“Really,” said George, haughtily, “I think this discussion of ladies’ feelings is hardly in good taste.”
“Quite right, old man,” answered Vane, imperturbably. “It’s lucky that didn’t strike you before you’d heard all you wanted to.”