"I had to," Elizabeth said, miserably. "I had just told him that you weren't engaged to anybody else, and that you inquired about him, and that you—you might want to hear from him. He's very sick, and he wrote and asked me what to do."
"When did he write that?"
"Just the other day."
"And you wrote just the other day?"
"There was time for him to get my letter before he telegraphed to you."
"And then you wrote again to say that I was engaged?"
"Yes."
"Well, I'm still engaged," Ruth Farraday said, lightly. "When you write to him, won't you tell him that I thank him for remembering me so—so pleasantly, but that I'm a good deal occupied just at present."
"No, I won't," said Elizabeth.
"Indeed?"