“Oh!” cried Lexy.
“Now you’ll tell me, won’t you?”
She stared and stared at him, filled with amazement and pity. Such a nice-looking, straightforward, manly sort of fellow—and such a look of pain and bewilderment in his blue eyes!
“But—did she say she would marry you?”
“Of course she did! She—look here! You don’t know what I’ve been through. It was I who telephoned last night. I—”
“But why did you? Oh, please tell me! I am Caroline’s friend—truly her friend. I want to understand!”
“All right!” he said. “I telephoned because I was waiting for her, and she didn’t come.”
“Waiting for—Caroline?”
“We had arranged to get married last night. She was to meet me, but she didn’t come,” he said, a little unsteadily. “Perhaps she just changed her mind. Perhaps she doesn’t want to see me any more. If that’s the case, I’ll trust you not to mention anything about me—to any one. You see now, don’t you, that I—I had to know?”
Lexy’s eyes filled with tears. Moved by a generous impulse, she held out her hand.