“That if I give the word— But don’t you see I can’t give it?”
“Exactly. You’re waiting for the sign as much as I am.”
“What sign?”
“We shall recognize it when the time comes.”
“Where will it come from?”
“Right up out of life; I don’t know where, nor how.”
“Who’ll give it to us?”
She had only time, as Cantyre returned to his seat, to send me a long, slantwise look, with the underscored words, “You know!”
Another time was in the regrouping of guests, after Annette’s luncheon. Finding myself beside her at a window, I asked the plain question, “Are you engaged to Cantyre?”
“I’m just where I was when I told you about it on board ship. He hasn’t asked me to be more definite.”