“I hear you are devoted to Polly,” she remarked.
He flushed but answered coolly: “Devoted is hardly the word. I have a great admiration for Miss Pleyden and she has shown me much hospitality. I—I’ve never found time to be interested in anyone.”
“Polly has more in her than you suspect. She is not only a dear but she really has a mind if she would cultivate it.”
“I more than suspect it. As I told you before I find her admirable.”
“I was delighted when I heard of the friendship. I’ve always feared she’d marry some duffer and come to her senses too late.”
“I should say she was less likely to make a mistake than most girls, and Leonard, for instance, is a fine fellow.”
Gita glanced across the room at Polly, whose flower-like orbs were lifted sweetly to the compelling gaze of the distinguished young lawyer.
“He’d do very well,” she said musingly. “Polly always said she’d never marry until she met a man of that sort.” She shot a glance at Pelham, who was calmly consuming a plover.
“I’m sure she couldn’t do better.”
“But——” If Polly were as serious as Elsie suspected was it not her loyal duty to aid her in what might be the supreme crisis of her youth? No doubt Pelham was in love with her without realizing it, so scant was his experience with women.