"Were you"—he hesitated a moment—"were you engaged to him, Hermia?"
She gazed at him wide-eyed.
"Never," she asserted, and then repeated, "Never, never, never!"
"But the newspapers—"
"O Philidor! How could I have been engaged to Trevvy when I—I was already engaged to you?"
"Engaged."
"Yes, promised. After the forest at Sées I knew it then. I could never have loved anyone else. Why, Philidor, you held me like this, and kissed me—"
"You loved me then—and before—?"
She hesitated demurely.
"Yes—before."