Vera was silent. "I shall see him to-night, of course," she said with a fine air of unconcern, "and I hope we shall part the best of friends; but as to his being in love with me, that is nonsense!"
"Of course it is," said Elizabeth soothingly.
"What makes you think he is in love with me?" Vera asked suddenly.
"Symptoms."
"But what symptoms?"
"Well, you are always together. He drops bunches of flowers for you on your birthday."
"Pshaw!" said Vera scornfully. "I thought you had more knowledge of men and women. That is friendship."
"Ha, ha!" laughed Elizabeth politely.
"But honestly," asked Vera, "what makes you think so?"