"What!" cried Little Billee again. "You were fond of Trilby?"

"I believe you, my boy!"

"In love with her?"

"I believe you, my boy!"

"She never knew it, then!"

"Oh yes, she did."

"She never told me, then!"

"Didn't she? That's like her. I told her, at all events. I asked her to marry me."

"Well—I am damned! When?"