“I know it.... But I give you my word I never exactly said—anything. I dare say I was—oh, enthusiastic.... I suppose he drew his own conclusions.”
He went on, after a pause:
“I did talk a lot about you.... You see——”
He tapped his cigarette nervously on his plate.
“I say!” he said. “Couldn’t it be true, you know?”
She understood him well enough, and a bright colour surged into her face.
“What?” she asked, disingenuously.
“I mean—what Horace thinks.... I mean—do you think you could——”
She faltered.
“I don’t know.... It’s been such a short time——”