"It has everything to do with her."
Conquest's little gray-green eyes blinked as if against the blaze of their own light, while his features sharpened to their utmost incisiveness.
"You don't mean to say—?"
"I do."
"Well, upon—my—!" The exclamation trailed off into a silent effort to take in this extraordinary piece of intelligence "Do you mean to say the scamp had the cheek—? Oh no, it isn't possible. Come now!"
"It was exactly as I'm going to tell you, but I don't think you should call him a scamp. You see, he's engaged to Evie—"
"He's not engaged to her now?"
"He is. She means to be true to him. So do we all."
Two little scarlet spots burned in her cheeks, but it was not more in the way of emotion than a warm partisanship on Evie's account demanded.
"Well, I'm blowed!" He swung one leg across the other, making his chair describe a semicircle.