"Well, not mine at any rate. They are rather dark."
"But that must make them all the more exciting! Blindman's buff! Hide and go seek! What fun you must have with your friends romping about!"
"My friends are too busy for that. Though to-day——"
"Yes?"
Lennox hesitated. He knew that this woman took no interest in him whatever, but he had intended to tell Margaret about Cassy.
Pleasantly Mrs. Austen prodded him. "Yes?"
"Nothing of any moment. This afternoon, Miss Cara, the girl who sang last night, came to see me. You may remember I told you I knew her father."
"It seems to me I do."
"Things have not gone well there and I advanced her a trifle for him."
Mrs. Austen unfurled her fan. It was all Honest Injun. She had not a doubt of it and never had. But if she had thought it a Sioux and Comanche story, it would have been the same to her.