"Oh, well, it's the way of nature! Mamma left her mother for papa—but Ida!—I'm glad for her to have so nice a friend step in just now—one that has all her peculiar tastes and motives. I wish she could go to Paris and study with Ida when she goes next year. Do you know, Harry, I used to think you were engaged to this cousin of yours? Why weren't you?"
"She never would have had me,—her heart was gone to somebody else."
"Why isn't she married, then?"
"Oh! the course of true love, you know."
"Tell me all about it."
"She never made me her confidant," said I, evasively.
"Tell me who it was, at all events," demanded she.
"Bolton."
"What! that serious, elegant Bolton that you brought to call on us the other night! We all liked him so much! What can be the matter there? Why, I think he's superb, and she's just the match for him. What broke it off?"
"You know I told you she never made me her confidant."