She sat up and looked at me tenderly. "Don't speak of it again—not till all this problem is settled, at least. It's impossible. Do you think I could think of it after what has happened, after I've found out what I really am? If I am ever released from this spell—if I can ever forget what I've just found out, it will be time enough to speak of love. But not now, I beg of you. I'm the White Cat!"
"I've already told the doctor that we're engaged," I said.
"You told the doctor!" she exclaimed. "How could you?"
I repeated our conversation in the lane. Her momentary resentment at me died away at hearing the doctor's own announcement.
"Then perhaps Edna is in love with him, after all! That would account for much, and excuse everything, perhaps." She drew a sigh of relief at the thought of this palliation.
"I don't think she is, but she might be willing to marry him to get her freedom," I offered.
"But then, if Edna is in love, I have still less right to let you propose to me. Why, just think of it—it's incredible! If they're engaged——"
"They're not engaged, I'm sure."
"It makes no difference—she may care for him more than you think. It's fearful! I can't talk about it!"
"But she can't marry him! We must prevent that! Think of the horror of that possibility!"