"I—I'm very glad to see you," Elizabeth said.
"I'm glad to see you. I haven't seen you since that other day at tea."
"No," said Elizabeth, gravely.
"I haven't been feeling very well since then. It was—nice of your brother to wire me, wasn't it?"
"I told Buddy that I thought you would be pleased to hear from him. It was my fault. I shouldn't have told him, if I had known."
"If you had known what?" asked Ruth Farraday, lightly.
"That you were going to marry somebody else."
"Somebody else?" she laughed.
"Somebody that wasn't Buddy," Elizabeth said, bravely.
"There never was any question of my marrying your brother. We were very good friends before he went abroad. Then he seemed to let it—our friendship, die a natural death."