Constantine pointed Vera out.
"What, that child?" exclaimed Maximof. "Tell her I have no time to talk to children."
"She isn't a child, and it's not likely I will give such a message," said Constantine angrily. "If you knew——" he paused.
"Well—what?"
"If you knew who she is," stammered Constantine, "you'd go to her."
"Why, is she anybody very particular?" asked the other, devoting a second and more interested glance in Vera's direction.
"You can only learn all about her by becoming personally acquainted with her," said the younger lad. "She is somebody rather particular."
"Well, I'll come, if I can, later; there are so many who want to speak to one on an occasion like this."
Sasha Maximof's companion had listened with amusement to this conversation; she, too, had glanced at Vera and had recognised her instantly, for the circumstances of the betrothal of these two were a matter of common knowledge.
"I see you are looking at the young lady who desires my acquaintance," said Sasha, when Constantine had departed; "do you happen to know who she is?"