“Did she speak of him again?”
“Oh, yes, sir, she certainly did. She used to speak of him most of the time—after we made it up again, that is.”
“Did she tell you whether they were expecting to be married?”
“Not in just so many words, she didn’t, but she used to sort of discuss it a lot, like whether it would be a good thing to do, and if they’d be happy in Rosemont or whether New York wouldn’t work better—you know, just kind of thinking it over.”
Mr. Farr looked gravely sympathetic. “Exactly. Nothing more definite than that?”
“Well, I remember once she said that she’d do it in a minute if she were sure that Pat had it in him to make good.”
“And did you gather from that and other remarks of hers that it was she who was holding back and Mr. Ives who was urging marriage?”
“Oh, yes, sir,” said Miss Biggs, and added earnestly, “I think she meant me to gather that.”
There was a warm, friendly little ripple of amusement, at which she lifted startled blue eyes.
“Quite so. Now when Mr. Ives went to France, Miss Biggs, what did your circle consider the state of affairs between them to be?”