“I—I didn’t say I was going to marry Mr. Van Duyn.”
“You didn’t say you weren’t.”
“Why should I? Must a girl marry, because she receives the attentions——”
“Exclusive attentions,” put in Mrs. Pennington quickly. “Jane, you’re rather overdoing it,” she finished frankly.
“I like Mr. Van Duyn very much,” said Jane, her head lowered.
“But you don’t love him. Oh, Jane,” she whispered earnestly, “play the scene in your own way if you like, but don’t try to hide the real drama from me.”
“There is no drama,” put in Jane. “It was a farce——”
“It’s a drama in Phil Gallatin’s heart. Can you be blind to his struggle?”
“I care nothing for Mr. Gallatin’s struggles,” said Jane, her head high.