"Quite the most, I thought?"
"And I am sure he is a first-rate fellow," added Erskine with vigor, regretting that he had not said this first, and disliking what he had said.
"Oh, he is a very good sort," acknowledged Tiny to the wall.
"So you ought to be the happiest young woman in the world, as you are perhaps the luckiest—I mean in one sense. And I congratulate you, Tiny, I do indeed!"
To clinch his congratulations he held out his hand, from which she raised her eyes to him at last—with the look of a cabman refusing his proper fare.
"And I took you for the most discerning person I knew!" said Tiny very slowly.
"You don't mean to say——"
His eagerness and incredulity arrested his speech.
"I do mean to say."
"That you have—refused him?"