His face flushed as she let his name fall from her lips for the first time.
"He is a great, a true friend," he said. "I was lucky enough to be on the spot when he got the cramp, bathing, and I lugged him out, and the foolish fellow can't forget it."
"How very foolish," said Margaret. "You saved his life, Blair?"
"So he says; but he makes the most of it. Anyway, we have been fast friends ever since, and—you won't mind, Madge?—I told him how I had met and fallen in love with you. I was bound to tell some one or go mad, and I have always told him everything."
"I do not mind—why should I?" said Margaret, smiling. "And I had no one to tell."
"Poor Margaret!" he murmured, smiling up at her tenderly.
"And what did Mr. Austin Ambrose say? What a pretty name it is—almost as pretty as Blair Leyton."
"Well, he was awfully pleased, of course," said Blair. "Anything that pleases me pleases him."
"I shall be a little jealous," murmured Margaret.
He laughed.