Edie stopped with a faint flush in her cheeks.
Myra nodded quickly, but without ceasing to gaze straight away into vacancy.
“But there was nothing strange—he was quite well—he said nothing else to you?”
“No, dear; nothing that I can recall.”
“Are you sure he dropped no hint? Nothing that could make you think he did not wish to marry me?”
“No, no, no, dear. He was longing to call you his very own. He said so—to me. But don’t look like that, darling; you frighten me. What are you thinking?”
Myra was silent, and her aspect was so strange that Edie shook her excitedly.
“Myra, darling—don’t!” she cried.
“I was thinking was it possible that, after all, he could repent,” said Myra in low, measured tones. “Whether, knowing all, he shrank from me at the moment when a few words would have made it irrevocable.”
“But why—why, darling?” cried Edie in alarm.