“It’s high time I went to balls, I see. I will go to Mrs. Kingfisher’s. But, dear aunt, have you seriously believed such a story?”
“Do I think my son is a liar?” replied Mrs. Dinks, sardonically.
The laugh faded from Hope’s face.
“Did he say so?” asked she.
“Certainly he did.”
“Alfred Dinks told you I was engaged to him?”
“Alfred Dinks told me you were engaged to him.”
They drove on for some time without speaking.
“What does he mean by using my name in that way?” said Hope, with the Diana look in her eyes.
“Oh! that you must settle with him,” replied the other. “I’m sure I don’t know.”