"Oh!" cried Cleone. "Oh, I—" She stopped helplessly. Heavens, what a position she was in! If she denied that she was betrothed to Brenderby, what could Philip think? What must he think? He had seen her in Sir Deryk's arms; the only excuse was a betrothal. And she had accused Philip of loose behaviour! Whatever happened, he must not think her a light woman! But, oh! how could she say she was betrothed to another when she desired nothing better than to fly to him for protection? She compromised.
"I—oh, I think I am about—to faint!" she said.
Sir Deryk drew her hand through his arm.
"No, no, my love! Tell these gentlemen that it is as I say."
Cleone looked at Philip. Was he sneering? She couldn't bear it.
"Yes," she said. "It is."
Philip seemed to stiffen. He bowed again.
"Permit me to offer my felicitations," he said, but his voice was not quite steady.
James hurried forward, furious.
"Your pardon, sir! I beg leave to contradict that statement!"