“You’re too young, dear,” she said gently. “You shall take me about, I promise—until I’m engaged again. And I’ll be awfully nice. But I couldn’t marry you, George.”
“Then where,” said George slowly, “where do I come in?”
There was a pregnant silence.
At length—
“I thought,” said Julia coldly, “that I was your star.”
“You told me to come down to earth,” said Fulke doggedly.
“You called yourself my knight.”
“You told me to dismount,” was the disconcerting reply.
“You said you loved me,” said Julia.
“So I do. But I’ve had some. When you got engaged to Hubert, it broke me up. And now I’m wise, Julia. I’m not going through it again.”