"Yes; I know all about it." Which seemed to astonish Kenna.
"Oh!" he exclaimed. "I wish I did!"
It was Sarle's turn to look astonished.
"Why, Kenna, I told you everything there was to know. Besides, it was in the papers."
"No, Kerry. You told me something . . . and the papers told me something. Everything can only be related by one person." Dramatically he fixed his glance upon that person. There was no mistaking the challenge. April found courage to return his glance, but her eyes looked like the eyes of a drowning girl. At the sight of them two people were moved to action. Belle Helène rose and slipped from the room. Sarle also rose, but it was to seat himself again by April's side on the lounge.
"I don't understand what all this is about," he said quietly, "but it seems a good time for you to know, Kenna, and you, Clive, that we"—he took April's hand in his—"are engaged, and going to be married as soon as possible."
Kenna looked at him with pity and tenderness.
"You had better let her speak, old man. It is time you were undeceived."
"Be careful, Kenna."
"My dear Kerry, do you suppose that it gives me any pleasure to cause you pain, or to distress this charming lady? Only my friendship for you——"