“Yesterday.”
“She’s looking better, don’t you think so?”
“Yes.”
“Preston Eustace is back.”
“Is that so? I didn’t know he was here yet. I knew he was coming.”
“He’s to be here six months, or so.”
“Have you seen him?”
“No, Caroline told me.” Her voice was carefully steadied but Dick noticed for the first time the shadows etched under the big brown eyes, and the flush of excitement splotched high on her cheek-bones. She had been engaged to Preston Eustace for three months succeeding her twentieth birthday.
“On second thoughts I think I will hold your hand, Betty,” he said, covering that childlike member with his own rather brawny one. “You are not a very big little girl, are you, Betty?”