"In San Francisco," he explained, "Roger accused me of being a Puritan survival. He ran over a little list of adventures he said had never happened to me. Well, most of them have happened now, and I cabled to tell him so. I also said I'd take that job with him."
Miss Minerva frowned. "Think it over carefully," she warned. "San Francisco isn't Boston. The cultural standard is, I fancy, much lower. You'll be lonely there—"
"Oh, no, I shan't. Some one will be there with me. At least, I hope she will."
"Agatha?"
"No, not Agatha. The cultural standard was too low for her. She's broken our engagement."
"Barbara, then?"
"Not Barbara, either."
"But I have sometimes thought—"
"You thought Barbara sent Jennison packing because of me. Jennison thought so too—it's all clear now. That was why he tried to frighten me into leaving Honolulu, and set his opium running friends on me when I wouldn't go. But Barbara is not in love with me. We understand now why she broke her engagement."
"Neither Agatha nor Barbara," repeated Miss Minerva. "Then who—"