“I don’t see——”
“I know you don’t. That’s why I’m telling you.”
“But Nina, does care.”
“Yes, but not precisely in the way that you suppose. Fortune gave her some excellent cards—and she played them.”
“Please be more explicit.”
“Very well, then. Girls of Nina’s type would rather have their name coupled unpleasantly with that of the man they care for than not coupled with it at all.”
“Nonsense, Nina doesn’t care——”
“Oh, yes, she does. She wants to marry you. She has told you so, hasn’t she?”
Phil Gallatin looked at her quickly with eyes agog. Such powers of divination were uncanny.
“She has proposed to you once—twice—how many times, Phil?”