"I was told so."
"Do you really think it is true?" demanded Polly.
"There is nothing else to think."
"She calls him Nelson," mused Polly—"I thought she was pretty bold! But he is too smart to be such a fool!"
"Love sometimes makes fools of the best of us."
Polly watched the red flame up in the thoughtful face beside her, and in that moment Polly grew wise.
"He doesn't love that Puddicombe ninny and he never will! You should have heard her talk when he was dancing with you. I was over there. Such airs! You'd think she held a mortgage on the world!"
A soft tap on the door was followed by the entrance of Miss
Castlevaine.
"Have you heard?" she whispered tragically.
"No." Miss Sterling grew grave.