They all stared at him in amazement. Philip eyed him through his quizzing-glass.
"I—beg—your—pardon?" drawled Brenderby.
"I am betrothed to her myself!" shouted James.
Cleone's hands flew to her cheeks.
"Oh!" she fluttered. "Oh—oh, I am going to faint!"
Brenderby's eyes twinkled.
"Bear up a little longer, dear! Of course, I know there is no truth in what Mr. Winton says!"
"It is true!" James danced in his fury. "Cleone promised to wed me, only a little while back! You can't deny it, Clo! You did!"
"I did not!"
"You did! You said yes! You know you did!"