“No,” answered Langdon. “But I don’t think anything we ourselves may do consciously will play a very important part in the affair.”
“Nor I either. So here’s my hand to a fellow artist anyway.”
Langdon took it.
“I’ll see you off and on during the next few weeks I suppose,” said Barnes, “but there’s no need of ever bringing this up again.”
Langdon straightened himself.
“I didn’t get your name,” he observed with something of a smile.
“Barnes.”
“Mr. Barnes, I ought to tell you that whatever formal engagement existed between Miss Van Patten and myself has already been canceled.”
“Good Lord,” exploded Barnes. “You mean—”
“That we found we had been over hasty. That is all. There has been no—misunderstanding.”