Thank God, it wasn’t too late! She hadn’t told him. She felt like a person cutting his own throat—the knife had only pricked—he is still alive, and in a mad exultation of thankfulness.
She smiled.
"I—I got engaged to another fellow," she said; "but it’s all over now."
"When? Who was it?"
"Last year."
"Who was it, I say?"
"He was—a—a factory superintendent," said Angelica. "But it’s all over now. I’m awfully, awfully sorry, Eddie."
"You mean you—engaged yourself to this fellow while I was in France? After you’d promised to marry me?"
"I know it was—wrong; but I hope you’ll forgive me, Eddie!"
"Yes," he said, "I forgive you, Angelica; but oh, how could you? I’m so disappointed in you! It was so dishonourable! It was—low."