“Yes,” he answered.
Barnes took his hand. The purple of the night sky turned to leaden gray.
“Have you told her?” he asked.
“No. I—I thought I ought to tell you first. You know what a wonderful creature she is.”
“Yes.”
“So—so I thought you ought to know something about the man who wants to ask for her hand.”
“That’s very decent of you. But—I haven’t anything to say about it.”
“She thinks a great deal of you,” said Langdon.
Barnes did not answer.
“I don’t think she’d marry anyone you didn’t approve of,” Langdon laughed nervously. “I never heard a sister admire her brother as she does you.”